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6/14/2016 10:35:53 PM
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As he descended carefully down the hallways, he spotted a dreaded sign.
The sigil of Tzeentch.
It seems that cultists of the twisted change god were about. Either he could try and avoid them, or dispense holy retribution.
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He growls something under his breath, his hold on the Bolter tightening. He moved himself to the wall, pressing his back against it as he started to creep closer, ready to purge, purge, and purge some more. For the Emperor.
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He lines his Bolter up with one of the cultist's center of mass as he crept a little closer. Then, he pulled the trigger, the bolt leaving the barrel with a bright flash, piercing the cultist's chest, and exploding inside; leaving a gaping hole. Then, his Chainsword starts to roar, the teeth speeding up until it was no longer visible, and he started swinging it at the remaining cultists, simultaneously leaping at them, screaming, "FOOOOR THE EMPEROR!" [spoiler]Stereotype on point? [/spoiler]
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As he moved, a bolt of warp magic struck him in the chest, dealing a great pain. Sorcerers had come out, and were casting magical attacks on him. He was being attacked by many different things at once, charging forth would surely get him killed.
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He growls, starting to back off while his eyes quickly scanned the room for any cover. He focused his fire on the sorceresses, the growling of his Chainsword going silent. He wasn't going to run. Not yet, at least.
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With their continued fire, they would most likely kill him. But then, a roaring boom was heard in the room, like a jump-pack going off. Suddenly, the attention of the cultists was turned away momentarily, they were split between fighting him and the unknown other...
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He used this opportunity to run back to the mangled corpses of the dead cultists, and very quickly managed to toss them on top of each other, making a make shift piece of cover for him. Now that he was crouching behind it, he swiftly started to reload, loading another magazine of explosive bolts into his Bolter.
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He quickly assesses the damage done to his Power Armour, grumbling a couple of curses. He, once he has decided that it wasn't [i]that[/i] bad even though it probably was, kicked the corpses out of the way, his chainsword roaring as be revvs it to, simultaneously charging the cultists again.
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Suddenly, a figure soared through the air from the camp, landing close to but not too close from the Black Templar. The figure's armour, or at least the parts of it that were armour, were clad in a slightly dirty and creaked white. The other parts of its body were... well, they were skin. Dragon skin, it seemed. It's scales were a deep shade of green, like it's wings. In one hand, the being wielded a chaos maul that glowed with powerful energy, while in the other hand, the figure wielded a melta gun. [i]"You there. The space marine. Before you lash out in a fit of zeal, I am not your enemy."[/i]
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[spoiler]Finally found the pic again. [/spoiler] By the time the figure had spoken, the Black Templar's Bolter was raised and aimed at the... thing's head; his trigger finger being curled around the trigger, though he didn't fire just yet. It would be stupid, to shoot something that just annihilated an entire group of cultists. He then spoke, with a tone of distrust, "A Warp spawn that isn't my enemy? That's a first."
