"Y-you! Heretic! Mm-mmph! Bastard!" Xonfried coughs, blood welling up between his teeth as he bares them at the demon before him.
Huron the bastard, has the gall to smile at him. It's condescending, like a solider watching a child with a fake sword. "Come now Cousin. You did your best." He chuckles red aura still glowing with malice and rage.
Xonfried spits from where he's pinned against the still toppled Scintus. The Dreadnought's fall had done more than he'd initially thought, and the tomb soldier's other leg is trapped beneath his own frame.
Try as he might, and mightily did he try making chainsword hit after chainsword hit. But the damn heretics Khonate aura kept him going despite it all. And Xonfried's own stamina had no such replenishment in place.
It was only a matter of time before his exhaustion got the better of him.
Huron seems to relish this reality as he stands upon brother Scintus and grasps Xonfried by the neck to lift him.
"For what it's worth, I had no true hate for you Brother." Huron spits. "But I am afraid I must now use you to make an Example, of what happens when you Get In My Wa-"
Fires from behind rocketed to life.
"For the Emperooooooooooooor!"
Brother Scintus may have been down but he certainly wasn't out. And in a flash his jet packs roared to life again, sending the massive tomb of metal and rage forward.
"WHAT IN THE DARKEST NEBULA OF TZEEN-"
"O-Oof!" The noise escapes Xonfried on reflex as he's dropped like a sack in the mayhem. He gets one glancing look at Brother Scintus's Chasis flying over his head into the nearest building's wall before he realizes what he's looking at.
The back of the Dreadnought's body is visible and the rest is embedded Deep in the building. Bricks fall and smoke billows, alarms are going off from both cars and fire systems but...
The metal battering ram creaks as it's roughly pushed back Out, and leaves a gaping hole in the brick work.
Where there still somehow stands a very angry, very red and very dusty Huron.
"Now...you've done it!" He snarls, lurching forward as Xonfried lies prone though trying to gather himself. "I was Going to make it quick but now...Now I'm going to-"
"You're going to Die Heretic." Another voice declares from nearby.
Suddenly two more Black Templars drop into place, chainswords at the ready.
Xonfried immediately cheers. "Roland! Arnault! GET HIM BROTHERS! FOR THE EMPEROR!"
""FOR THE EMPEROR!"" They reply in unison.
Huron looks far more exasperated. "Oh will you idiots SHUT UP!?"
Meanwhile nearby and fast approaching.
Lullaby speaks to both their current party and those above through a vox as they ride on Khopesh's shoulders. Their staff is attached to their back.
"Karlsor, Anrir, you're on retrieval and first aid. Cato you job is to protect Scintus. Rose you're with first aid, keep any baselines they grab calm."
Cato almost considers protesting. but Lullaby cuts him off. "He needs you Cato. Keep yourself between him and Huron so he can't try to rip him out again. If he gets close, beat him to a pulp."
After that Cato actually shuts his mouth and nods.
"Khopesh my abilities work best with you. I'm counting on you to get close. Don't focus on damage, just do your best to keep him distracted so we can set the trap and extract the others. Keme and Hebe, use your aims to keep Huron near but not on top of Khopesh and keep him from pestering the retrievers."
"Copy that." "Understood."
Khopesh glances up as the battle site nears. He feels his blood racing, his sharpened teeth and crushing jaw seem to ache with the desire to bite.
Rip! Tear! Flesh! Blood! Bones! Viscera!
Lullaby pets his cheek sense his desires. "You'll get your chance Sweetness."
And so So Ready for this!
(Almost to the Really fun part! Mwahahahaha)
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