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[Prosperan Son]

The glare of a scope can be spotted, albeit to late. In the dim darkness, a single flash heralds the death of one of the Battle Sisters, a long las-round taking her head, right off. Not a moment later, a dozen las and autoguns let loose a volley of fire in their direction.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 23 (23)

[Warmonger]

1d100 rolled for a total of: 9 (9)

Spoiler

and there was me thinking that the chances of rolling lower than you were very slim -.- Best get ready for some pain then...

[Prosperan Son]

Two bullets ping off the Confessor's armor, near his abdomen region. Outwardly, they appear to have caused no serious harm, but the force of the projectiles' impacts cause a sharp pain where the Confessor had been wounded earlier.

[Warmonger]

The confessor grimaces in pain, as he feels the sharp tendrils of the feeling working it's way from the wound deep within him.

"Sisters, Purge the filth!" He shouts, and lets of a trio of shots from his inferno pistol into the darkness. He also looks around for some suitable cover, knowing that now the silence has been broken, there will be one hell of a firefight.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 42 (42)

[Prosperan Son]

Tracer fire fills the air, the crackle of lasguns and autoguns going off like a calamitous orchestra of sounds. The flashes of guns going off, provided more light then the lumens themselves. Far off to the left side of the hall, a large support column that had long collapsed could be seen. It was large enough just to cover for the squad of Sisters and their Confessor.

[Warmonger]

"Sisters, make for cover!" The confessor shouts, realising that to stay in the open would likely mean the death of many of the battle sisters, regardless of their blessed war-plate.

He moves over towards the cover, and powers his power maul, peeking out of cover briefly to identify a suitable target to attack

1d100 rolled for a total of: 40 (40)

[Prosperan Son]

A lasbolt strikes the pillar a foot away from the Confessor, the impact sending grit everywhere as well as a puff of smoke. The cultist can be seen through out the basement, firing from behind other fallen and some still standing pillars.

[Warmonger]

"Faith and Fury" the confessor screams at the top of his lungs as he charges headlong towards the cultist, breathing hard. Three paces before he reaches the foul man he lets a single blast of his inferno pistol go

1d100 rolled for a total of: 19 (19)

and then follows with a horizontal slash with the power mace, the power field sparking and flashing in the dim light of the basement

1d100 rolled for a total of: 51 (51)

[Prosperan Son]

The first cultist screams and flails madly as the inferno's fire engulfs him. Skin sloughing from his bones and muscles. Another cultist quickly unsheathes a crude blade from a scabbard at his side, moving to strike the Inquisitor but his chest is pulped by the Confessor's mace.

A third cultist, a large sabre in one hand and pistol in his other moves towards the Confessor, slashing downwards at his shoulders.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 24 (24)

[Warmonger]

1d100 rolled for a total of: 6 (6)

Spoiler

the dice gods seem to hate me -.-

[Prosperan Son]

The Sabre, despite it's sharpness, was not a power blade and slid off the Confessor's shoulder pauldron. The force however, caused him to go fall to his kneeand the Cultist rushed forward, trying to bring the Confessor down.

[Warmonger]

The confessor grimaced as the sabre rolled from the blessed plate protecting him, and he rotated his wrist as he fell, trying to swing the power mace up in a brutal uppercut. He had no doubt that if the blow connected, there would be nothing but a red stain on the floor remaining of the cultist.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 68 (68)

[Prosperan Son]

The Cultist's eyes widened a moment before the power maul smashed him into his sternum first, before dragging along towards his skull, eviscerating the upper portion of his torso. What remained of the body fell to the side.

All around the Confessor, bolt, las, and auto rounds Cris-crossed through air, pinging off the Sister's power armor and the columns. Cultist were strewn about the floor, and no other sister had yet fallen.

[Warmonger]

"Sisters, we must press them!" the confessor shouts into his vox, and then leads the small group at his heels towards the right hand side of the firefight, intending to flank the cultists and crush them entirely.

He fires shots left and right, aiming at any cultists that show themselves...

3d100 rolled for a total of: 99 (18, 35, 46)

[Prosperan Son]

One cultist slams back into a wall, clutching at his ruined abdomen as he dies, another simply falls to the floor, head missing completely, while the third dies with the upper right corner of his body blown off.

The Sisters slowly advance in a cutting pincer, burning and blasting away at the slowly diminishing cultist forces.

[Warmonger]

The confessor slows his pace, breathing heavily, while he turns slowly and takes in the ebb and flow of the battle.
He commands a sister to advance her squad along the left flank where he can see the cultists own line faltering, and then he himself advances towards the central point of their resistance.

[Prosperan Son]

The Cultists rate of fire continue to decrease gradually as the Confessor and his sisters move forward. They continue to decline until they come to halt entirely. One of the Cultist, one of their masters, clad in a what appears to be carapace armor, bellows a war cry. Hefting a large axe, he points it towards the Confessor, as though issuing a challenge. The Cultist stream forward from behind all cover, brandishing knifes, rusty swords, pipes and anything else they could get their hands on, engaging the Sisters.

[Warmonger]

"Faith and fire sisters!" The confessor shouts, rallying his forces with a dramatic sweep of the power mace, "Into the maelstrom of battle, for the glory of Him on Terra!"

The confessor charges forward, trusting in his armour to hold off the blows of the lesser cultists while he makes his way towards the leader...

1d100 rolled for a total of: 57 (57)