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The lightning stormed around the Daemons body, dancing upon its skin. In a flash movement, it pursued it's swing all the way around, cutting into the fallen.
The fiery blade set the Fallen's skin momentarily ablaze, in a flash of incredible pain. Fighting this enemy up close was a dure death.
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A wall of flames opened in his path, and a strange magic blocked his teleportation. He was trapped there with the Demon... surely this was the end. Well, for the Daemon, that is. The beast reeled back and screeched, but it was suddenly interrupted. It pushed an inqusitive scream as suddenly, two pairs of three claws bursted through its chest, lifting it in the air then splitting it in two halves. The two halves bled for a moment before catching ablaze, disappearing in a puf of unholy fire.
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Before him stood a woman clad in carapace armour. Her helmet descended steeply down onto her face, covering it. On her arms were ornate, golden power claws, with two stormbolters strapped to them. In her left hand she held a plasma pistol. The Tempestor Prime had come to save this stranger's life. [spoiler]I suggest reading her bio for information.[/spoiler] [i]"Lower your weapons. I am not your enemy on this day."[/i]
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[i]"That all depends on your actions. This place... one cannot survive on their own. My base offers safe haven to all those that wish it. As long as you don't attempt anything against us, we will provide refuge for you."[/i]
