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[Prosperan Son]

"Die Traitor!" The Astartes shouts in fury before slashing downward at you with his weapon. Armored in a Mark 7 Aquila pattern of Iron Chrome and Black color pattern, the Marine wields a chainsword, the teeth revving madly as it swings downward at you.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 37 (37)

The Marine is of the Iron Knights Chapter, Sons of the Dornian Gene-Line. The 64th Host had come upon them on their route towards the Space Hulk, Hydra's Maw. The Host, under the authority of Grand Apostle Narak, had thus taken the opportunity to spill the blood of their loyalist counter parts. Their massive Retaliatior-Class Cruiser, the Vera Obscuris, had set upon the Iron Knights Strike Cruiser, Stamina of Atlas, in bloody earnest.

[Warmonger]

The sense of war boils through Galalnash's veins, his fury rising. He has fought this war for thousands of years, killing mortal, astartes, and bastard creatures in that time.

He raises his lighting claws in a parry, also swiping at gut level, intending to disembowel the marine...

1d100 rolled for a total of: 83 (83)

[Prosperan Son]

The Iron Knight falls to the ground, clutching at his gut, trying to keep his organs from spilling through his ruptured armor. Ever stubborn, like any of Dorn's kind, the Iron Knight drew his bolt-pistol and cracked off two rounds at Galalnash's chest.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 12 (12)

[Warmonger]

Galanash laughs, the blood of the warp flowing through his veins as he allows the demon Nargh'ran the blooded to flow through him

1d100 rolled for a total of: 63 (63)

The possessed marine laughs as the bolts simply spark away from him, and plants a boot on the astartes' chest plate, pressing down with demon enhanced muscles...

1d100 rolled for a total of: 56 (56)

[Prosperan Son]

The Astartes chest pulps beneath the Possessed Marine's boot, the Iron Knight's body falling limp. Two of Galanash's brothers, those that remain unpossessed pull up beside him, laying down field of fire towards a trio of chapter serfs that make their way down the hall, opening fire on them with lasguns.

"We make for the Bridge!" One of them stated. "The Grand Apostle has ordered it at the utmost haste."

[Warmonger]

"The blood of the astartes is nothing to the gods, a mere appetizer for what's to come" Galalnash growls, his voice infused with the thick rage of Nargh'ran.

He advances slowly and menacingly towards the serfs, and then at the last moment rushes them, seeking to disembowel the first two and ram the other with his demon-horns.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 17 (17)

[Prosperan Son]

The serfs pull back in an orderly retreat, firing at the Word Bearer as they do so. Yet for all their fire power, their lasrounds simply slide and deflect off the warrior's armor. Two of them fall back, shredded by his talons, and the third shrieks in pain as he is impaled upon Galanash's horns, flailing madly and trying to pry himself loose.

[Warmonger]

"For the dark Gods" He roars, feeling the blood of the disembowelled marines spreading directly into his veins from his bloodletting talons. He feels the mortal writhe upon his horns as it's life-fire dims, and he hurls the carcass away.

"Come brothers, let us enact the apostle's will" He says to his brother marines, and then heads down the corridor towards the bridge of the enemy ship

[Prosperan Son]

The Hallway ahead of them is rampant with dozens of Astartes both Iron Knights and Word Bearers fighting amongst one another. Spread amongst fighting battles of their own are chapter serfs and cultist, whom had been brought by several bulk-lifters vessels once it was that the Enemy could no longer pose a threat in terms of Space Combat.

An Iron Knight, Power sword in hand spots the incoming Galalnash and raises his bolt pistol, firing off a staccato of rounds.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 13 (13)

[Warmonger]

With daemon-blood coursing strong through his veins, galalnash sees the puppet-gods warrior raise his bolt pistol in slow motion, and observes the bolts as they leave the barrel of the weapon, performing their slow pirouettes through the space in the bridge. He steps towards them, swaying to move out of their bite...

1d100 rolled for a total of: 45 (45)

And then darts forwards, the claws of his right hand extended towards the jugular of the Iron Knight

1d100 rolled for a total of: 4 (4)

[Prosperan Son]

The Possessed Marine's claw is knocked to the side by the Iron Knight, smacked away with the flat end of his power blade. Giving Galanash no time to counter, he bashes his bolt pistol against the side of the Word Bearer's face, sending him sprawling.

[Warmonger]

Galalnash feels the blow connect, and does not know whether to roar, or to laugh. To think that this mere... Knight just countered his attack.

Settling for roaring, he leaps to his feet and charges at the marine, lowering his head and allowing his demon horns to do the rest of the work

1d100 rolled for a total of: 52 (52)

[Prosperan Son]

The Marine attempts to evade to the side, however the Word Bearer is simply too fast and his left horn punches into the side of the Marine's abdomen, running through his stomach and organs. The Marine grunts in pain, raising his arm and smashing an armored Elbow into Galalnash's back.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 44 (44)

[Warmonger]

The daemon senses the movement, and alerts galalnash, who blurs into action.

With his left power claw he swipes at the marine's elbow, looking to deflect the blow away from his body

1d100 rolled for a total of: 63 (63)

[Prosperan Son]

The Marines arm is pushed off to the side, his blow deflected. He reaches for a scabbard at his side, unsheathing his combat blade. Reversing it's grip, he stabs downward at the Word Bearer's Shoulder, trying to remove him.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 27 (27)

[Warmonger]

1d100 rolled for a total of: 97 (97)

Galalnash sees the marine reaching for the blade as if in slow motion. He sidesteps and brings his own talons to bear, energy sparking down the lengths of the serrated blades, aiming to decapitate the corpse god servant...

1d100 rolled for a total of: 45 (45)

[Prosperan Son]

The marines efforts at retaliation fall short, as does his head. The decapitated astartes fall back, body limp, his body sliding off Galal's horn. Blood pooled around the body. However the battle was not over yet, afterall, there was still an entire strike cruiser before him.