At Distance from the engagement.
"That fuckin PRICK!" Lullaby snarls seeing through Khopesh's eyes as Huron's forces come crawling like ants.
Olly stands nearby like a sentinel, on guard duty and to help mask his friend's presence. He drops into a deeper stance as he hears the updates over his own vox. Jaws that can sheer marble clench in focus.
"I can barely maintain one vacuum let alone make several!" Lullaby snarls, thinking over options as they desperately try to maintain Khopesh's power boosts and prevent Huron from summoning his auras.
If not for the severe situation Lullaby would be damn proud of themselves for being able to leech that much power out of an area and make a small pocket of silence around just one marine. Enough to practically be inside his skin, allowing other magics to still work in the vicinity.
It was fucking Hard though. Like trying to keep a tossing ocean from filling up a kiddy pool on a beach. And trying to make that kiddy pool bigger might be easier than making more, but it would still likely send them into unconsciousness if they tried.
"Keme...Hebe -Ah! Objective shift. Focus on keeping those bastards OUT. Down as Many as you can!" Lullaby grits into their vox.
"Understood. No one gets to leave marks on you and Khopesh but us." "Copy that, they won't be allowed near him."
A shot rings out in Khopesh's vicinity and Lullaby sees another of Huron's minions drop before he can even get a proper melee going. He'd been trying to flank Khopesh while the empowered Nightlord had been ripping into a different enemy. The delight is evident in Khopesh's mind as the opponent he traded blows with drops like a heavy sack from another shot from a different angle.
"Many Thanks my Sea Angels." He says into his own vox.
Lullaby feels the cold exhausted sweat head on their brow, but they smile and take their own vox. "Thank you both. Once this idiot is down we're having a Damn good dinner and then you'll be able to leave as many marks as you want!"
"We'll hold you to that Evening Song" Keme replies. "We will all make it home tonight Moon gleam." Hebe adds.
Lullaby's momentary comfort is rocked by a lancing headache. It pulses with agony. Like expanding foam inside their skull pounding on the walls. Trying to get out.
Trying to make them break.
"ARGGGGH! KEEEP IT...Gotta keep iiiiit!"
Olly leans down, trying to calm the flare up without disrupting your other duties.
"Any longer and your entire connection may snap. This plan may need adjustment." He says, comforting hand on his little one's shoulder.
Lullaby knows he's right, but they're also terrified of letting everything. "Snap...Olly you're a genius!"
"Oh...why thank you." The Ultramarine nods graciously for the compliment.
Alright Sweetness time for an adjustment. Gonna have to time it perfectly, and be ready to go solo for a bit.
Understood. I can feel your anticipation! Planning to get the king off the chess board?
Better than that. Lullaby cracks their fingers, refocused and determined. I'm ready to take the Whole Damn Board.
Meanwhile Huron struggles with the vines and the shaky ground while the others are distracted with his allies. He just barely manages to mostly free himself, and next he plans to do something about clawing this intrusive blank aura out from Under his fucking Skin by clawing that Fucking Nightlord to Pieces-
"Oooh Blaaaaaackheaaaaaart!"
He turns at just the wrong moment to see a dark blue ceramite covered fist rocketing toward him.
That. Fucking. Nightlord.
The fist connects with tremendous force, sending him flying at the same time he feels almost like his insides cave in with a tremendous collapsing of pressure.
Like that punch had made an internal damn break on all sides and Huron finds himself flying ass over teakettle across the broken ground.
Huron can barely find the strength to stand, but...he finds He doesn't need to anymore.
His aura of blood flares back to life on his left. His aura of rot on his right. He stands almost more corpse than man.
Huron snarls and cackles with delight at his luck turns yet again.
Cato balks at this new development. "WHAT DID YOU DO!?" He snarls as he bats away enemy Astartes left and right.
"Khopesh...?" Sigismund warns doing much the same but also preparing to re-engage.
Khopesh pants, dodging and weaving Huron's direct swipes. "Trust the process!"
Huron makes a swing Khopesh won't be able to avoid "Process this! You-"
Huron's fist suddenly redirects and slams him...directly in the groin. Which would have hurt more if he wasn't armored.
But a direct hit with Khornate aura? It still hurts. "ARg!" Huron doubles over, blinking and gasping. "What the...?'
Why'd you hit yourself Dickhead? That wasn't very smart now Was it? A voice tuts in his head.
"What...What trickery is this!?" Huron tries to lunge again.
His leg buckles and swings, causing him to fall flat on his face.
Ooooh Clumsy~ Looks like somebody doesn't have their sea legs on. Or would it be Land Legs? Eh no matter, you're not doing good with either right now. The voice chirps
"Who is That!? Where are you!? What blasted hell am I dealing with Now!?" Huron asks trying to stand.
Only for his left hand to swing sideways and make him face plant back down like a puppy sliding on linoleum.
Were it not for the rage he'd sound properly exasperated and he snarls in frustration. Khopesh can't help but laugh and even some of Huron's own forces have stopped to watch their so called 'unbeatable' leader have this...fit? Episode??
I mean they're mostly Chaos Marines they understand possession but this isn't that...
It's far too humiliating to be that.
Huron manages to pull his head back up. Just for a moment. "You fools! Keep fighting! Defend me until I can destroy this intruder!"
Despite the comedy show he does still manage to project his res aura outward.
His soldiers jolt for a moment, before they raise their weapons again and let out their war cries.
"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOOOOOOD!"
Cato looks at Khopesh. "What was that about Trusting the Process??"
The Nightlord grimaces. "Lullaby will handle this. We just need to buy them a little more time."
"Very well..." Hura breathes. "Let us show these energetic youngsters how it was done in Our time."
Darsas nods in agreement.
Sigismund, despite his hatred for Chaos nods as well, and takes his stance.
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