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[Prosperan Son]

Grond staggers back from the shove and even with his enhanced speed, was to slow to block the spear to his ankle. To his credit, the Chaos Lord merely grunted in pain, his armor injecting pain nullfiiers into his leg.
Grond brought his claw upwards, backhanding Takkun with his full force, his own strength empowered by the Daemon within the sword, pushing the Autarch back with enough room for him to sweep his blade low, across Takkun's stomach.

1d100 rolled or a total of: 99 (99)

[Thugren]

the chaos marines speed is incredible, and the backhand brutal.

"you fight like a hospice wife.'

takkun spits, bringing up his lance to ram it into thee chaos marines hand as he swipes for him

1d100 rolled for a total of: 99 (99)

[Prosperan Son]

Grond adjust the position of his hand, repositioning the blade to block the strike. Sword and Spear clash with one another, blades locking." Petty Insults does not suit your kind." The Chaos Lord sneered through his helmet. Roars of anger, pleasure and simple defiance were heard from both weapons, the aura of the Daemons clashing with one another. "Tell me Eldar, I was lead to believe that your kind abhorred the inhabitants of the warp, and yet here you are wielding a blade blessed with one of their presence?" Basque questioned, partly to distract, but also to learn how he had come across the weapon. Whilest their blades knocked, Basque Grond raised forward his power claw, pivoting the talons towards Takkun's left hand.


1d100 rolled for a total of: 95 (95)

[Thugren]

" I gripped it to save my brothers. I use it, I am not lead by it mob keigh."

Takkun spins the spear , attempting to break the lock , swinging the heavy weighted end at the chaos lords face.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 100 (100)


( I am so sorry Prosperan.....)

[Prosperan Son]

Grond's hand was pushed away by the spin and he brought up back up again to swipe down at Takkun when the heavy end of the spear struck his skull. Chips of ceramite flew across the air along with a spittle of blood. Sweeping his head from the side, the damage was visible: The left half of his helmet was cracked apart, revealing a darkened and bruised patch of scales, hinting at the depths of his corruption.

Grond growls, an angry wet noise that escapes his throat as he comes back to his feet. He sstretches as if shaking off the pain, although in this case it was most likely pleasure. He reverses the grip on his sword, thumb hovering over the amethyst stone pommel. A groan of pleasure is heard for a moment, though it does not come from Grond but the sword itself. A cloud of violet musk starts to escape from every orifice in his armor. Takkun and Skaroth can sense a disturbance, a sudden fluctuation in the reality around them.

[Thugren]

Takkun grunts.

" skarroth..... This opponent will not fall easily."

Takkun hisses hearing the echo of the ship. He thumbed the sigil of khaine in his palm and began to chant to himself, taking a low stance.


" I seem to have annoyed you human.... Good.. You rely on that mewling daemon so much it's sickening."


Invoking the will of khaine takkun lets skarroth a Lansing tendrils grip him.

" let us show him.... The might of elegance and martial prowess skarroth."

[Prosperan Son]

"Ha, Only when the odds aren't in our favor do you decide to share, how amusing..." Skaroth mused, the Daemon's tone pleased." Fine then Takkun, we will crush this welp once and for-" The Daemon was cut off, a sudden gash forming across Takkun's chest plate and along the length of his right arm, the pain followed swiftly. Luckily for both of them, the wound was not fatal.

Basque Grond was suddenly behind both of them, the silver blade in his left hand dripping blood. The move was almost to fast for even Takkun's eyes to follow. The Chaos Lord, despite his size, was a blur of movement, faster then what should have been possible given his bulk." If your connection with one another wasn't so weak, you would have known that we have the advantage." Grond spoke, his voice not his own. His whole body seemed to twitch, as if unstable.

[Thugren]

" you misunderstand me..."

Takkun said aloud to both the daemon and to the marine.

" you are weak because of this link...."

Takkuns mind hardens, the chant of the bloody handed god at an apex in his head. In blurs almost too fast to be seen. Takkun reverses the grip on the spear from lotus to tiger.


( lotus being an even form tiger being aggressive and focused on offense.)


" you warp things pale in comparison to focus and determination...."

Turning calmly takkun motions for his opponent to come for him.


" let me show you the touch of khalea mensha khaine."

[Prosperan Son]

The edge of his grin could be seen through the hole in his helm, revealing a mouth full of filed fangs. Grond stepped into an offensive position of his own, sword and claws crossing one another. "No, I am touched by the annointed Master-Mistress. He-She has blessed me with many gifts...."Grond slurred before speeding towards Takkun in a blur of motion, claws aimed towards his chest.

[Thugren]

Closing his eyes takkun waited. His mind clear, his heart slow.

Twirling his spear again takkun lunges forward and brings the spear up hoping to disarm his opponent and send the blade flying

1d100 rolled for a total of: 95 (95)

[Prosperan Son]

1d100 rolled for a total of: 98 (98)

The Chaos Lord leaned towards the side, avoiding the Spear. Claw leaning over it at this point, he pushes down on it, leaning it towards the ground with no harm. The Chaos Lord pivoted his knee towards Takkun, sending him back through the doorway he had been launched from in the first place.

[Thugren]

Rolling takkun recovers himself before he falls and surges back at the chaos lord, snarling and spitting in fury he lunges forward at his heavier foe, using his size and speed to maneuver past him and tries to wrap his arms around the hilt of his wrist and jerk th weapon painfully from his hand.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 99 (99)

[Prosperan Son]

Basque Grond stands perfectly still as Takkun breaks his wrist with a sickening crack. The blade falls loose from his hand. Whether or not Grond felt the pain or detatchment from his sacred weapon was unsure, however a gurgle of pleasure was heard from his throat." Thank you, that was quite splendid." He replied calmly before drawing his sonic blaster with his good hand and blasted Takkun point blank, the Eldar and Sword flying off in opposite directions.The Sword flew off towards the end of the hall, while Takkun collided against the head of one of the Thunderhawks.

The fall of armored feet rang through out the room, several marines spread out, Sonic and Bolter weapons held at the ready. Grond ignored them, walking over to his blade, as he did so, he pulled out two of the soulstones, throwing them towards the Autarch." Take those Eldar and go." He stated, with several hesitant responses from his marines.

[Thugren]

Takkun grunts and grips the stones, his body a cocaphany of pain with each movement.

" this is not over mon keigh..."

Takkun grunts, standing and gripping his spear as he stumbles back .

" and how do you expect me to go.... I've no warlock or web way tunnel... It is not your kinda way to let threats go free."

[Prosperan Son]

A deep throat laugh escaped Grond's lips, the traitor astartes gripping the blade on his sword which he held with addictive love. Sheathing the blade, he turned towards Takkun." There is a planet below, Trandasin II, I believe. Most Imperials and Traitors alike simply call it Rahn." Grond informed the Autarch, unwilling to share his reasons.

[Thugren]

Hitting the losing bay on the primitive machine takkun hits it and begins to advance up the ramp.


" you will regret this choice mon keigh... I will be back for you."



Hitting the door again the ramp closes and takkun turns on the chaotic ship and tries to take off to the planet below.

[Prosperan Son]

Grond watched as the Autarch flew off, one of his marines striding to his side." My Liege, Weapons systems are ready to fire, we can exterminate the filth from here if you wish?"He questioned, unsure of his lords motives.

"No, not yet. He has given us more than we could have asked for...." Grond replied, his old voice returning to him. Blood dripped down from his hand, sprinkling the ground.

"Are you mad my lord?! He has the soulstones and one of our own thunde-" The marine's protest as Grond unsheathed his blade and swept it across the marine's shoulders, lobbing off his head. " Let that be a reminder to all of you. Don't.Ever.Question. My motives." He stated in all to serious tone to which none of the marines could reply with save for a "Yes Sir."

"Clean this mess up and someone fix my helmet." He ordered, removing his helmet and throwing it atop the dead marine's chest. Walking away, he sheathed his sword, leaving them to clean the mess.

[Thugren]

Takkun did his best to stay concious as he guide the corrupted ship to the planet below. The nagging doubts am suspicions hounding him as he descended.

" and who are you..."

Takkun grunted, looking at the soul stones , doing everything in his power to stay concious

[Prosperan Son]

The stone remained silent, as if the soul inside was afraid. However, his sword did not." We could've destroyed that whelp!And you would have us turn tail and flee?!?!" The Daemon roared viciously, unwilling to accept forfeit. Beneath them loomed the planet Trandasin II, Brugham.

[Thugren]

"come come family.."

takkun whispers bleary eyed as he sets the thunderhawks autopilot for a random location on the planet.

"and silence daemon......we barely crawled out alive...."