I Wish
I could draw Vun being a merry ratman in his artificer terminator, jovially cackling in his unquestionable lack of sanity while firing thunderous rounds after rounds of warpstone-tipped bolts from his clenched powerfist, The Emperor’s Fist. In his other hand, the green fellfires of his double-cursed hellsword burning in utter hate. The two reflectingly off those beady red eyes of infernally favoured madness. Rending scores of his enemies down like a tally from some child’s murderous game while war blazed around him as if this hell of bloodshed was just for him. Too bad, you reader...
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“HAHAHAHAH!”
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat! Those were the sounds of the clicking, releasing, and popping of a thousand blessed bolter-rounds feeding and vomited from the blasphemous weapon forged from the hellpits of his God-Emperor’s majesty long before. Given onto him.
HIM! The Great Horned Rat-Emperor’s first and favoured of Champions, the Herald of the Vermintide, the Material Master of His Verminous Empire!
This weapon clad onto his fist, feeding its belt into the spinning triplet-barrels under its crackling bulb-inserted armour-cover from the cultivated Warp-hole from his armour’s exhaust stocks, polluting the air with gaseous conversation of the Emperor’s favour and the close rot of the Stinky-One who find some amusement and patronage of their great crusade.
This weapon, The Emperor’s Fist, delivered onto the Fish-Things and their slave-thralls a gloriously bloody death that brought the Chapter-Master of the Verminus Astra nothing but cackling joy. They dare not come close, their fear-musk was ripe but utterly devoured by the battle-musk that Vun Cinderreaver, greatest rat, bestowed onto the battlefield.
His Terminator escort of Red Guard, the retinue of the First Company Veterans from another life ago, lumbered forward the moment their Unquestionably Bloody Lord snapped his arm back and clicked the weapon in its distinctive way.
At their legs, the flood of savage Rat-Guard who serve the Monastery as their constantly scurrying eyes, ears, and chattering chewing teeth charged with hateful squeaks and mimicries to their former lives’ howls in glory to the Imperium and the God-Emperor upon his gilt throne.
Now, they screamed for Vun and their Horned Emperor on his Throne made of Warpstone.
The Tau’s staging ground was becoming overrun. Never did they expect this...unnatural counterattack. Not by Humans in such mad savagery, as if they have snacked onto a small hive and revealed the entirety was a forest of raving creatures.
Their Commander almost buckled under the scampering weight of these things, flinging some off and stomping on another under mech-boot. Head swivelling for his bodyguards. Two were taken under, one closer of battle and blood, trying to fend off an odd thing. It looked like the Humans’ militia leaders. Fire warping into the air, its belching weapon caught and crushed under a pressurizing claw. The ruptures popping and exploding through the crisis armor’s equipped limb, blasting it messily off with a thyroid-ripping scream.
Lord Commissar Bleak cackled as he flung the arm at one of the bug-things from mid-flight before shot three more with his plasma pistol. “For the Emperor-God!” In his outcry, a blast shot and flung the rat-leader into the scuttering flood.
“Damn you, things!” The Alien cried out, “You will all-!”
A fist crashed and forced the mech to make a ungainly tumble. Repulsors spitting and trying to lift, the Commander facing Vun. Long enough for his sword to slash across the chassis. The fires of the Red-One’s daemons with the ruinous blessing of the Warbringer cutting through armour as simple as...flesh!
“You dare come to Vun’s system, attack what is mine-mine!?” The Chapter-Master questioned, “You will die-die!” The great rat, almost three times the size of any rat here, lunged with a savage cry. His burning sword swinging one way and arched another, the Commander trying to evade but in the closed spaces of the command center was not an expected fighting ground. His mass lifting in attempt to burst through the environmental-sealed ceiling.
“Down-down!” Vun commanded, flicking his sword and the Red-Guard unleashed barrages of combi-bolter fire. The crisis suit’s armour rebuked a good number of the explosive rounds, energy shield flickering and returning fire of plasma managed to puncture through one of the Terminators. The Chapter-Master looked almost bored before a drone flew by his face and another swooped for him, blasting its rounds at his him. It beated against his Iron Halo’s protection and even scuffed his pauldron, almost seemed to hit before erratically redirecting itself by some unknowing force.
Catching the second drone in his power fist, the Chapter Master glared at the refusing commander before crushing the drone until its repulsor was useless. “Now-now!”
With a hard throw, the crushed metal slammed into one of the crisis armor’s anti-grav emitters. Smoke billowed with the explosion, watching the commander spinning around and around in attempt to regain control. Close enough for the Emperor’s Fist to snatch a leg before bodily-crashing the suit down into the war table with a snarl.
The courses of discharges popped, crackled and rolled through the alien armor. The spasms provoking an amusement through the rats. However, Vun did not care. His boot lifted and slammed into the chassis, pushing it deeper into the table more than he was actually crushing it.
That annoyed the Chapter Master vividly.
Clickclick.
“Die. Die.”
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat!
