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[Prosperan Son]

(Reposted.)

[Thugren]

Thugren roars and and lunges at the creature , hurling his weight into the creatures torso to slam it into mahenoery

" I am tired of you dark eldar! You come into my ship! And try to dominate me like an emperors child and a new slave!"

1d100 rolled for a total of: 77 (77)

[Armoured Priest]

He reversed his grip on the Bloodletter possessed bonesword and back swinged it into the leaping Mandrake at his side to skewer him on it.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 88 (88)

[Prosperan Son]

The Mandrake hissed as he landed upon the blood, blackish blue blood spraying outwards and dripping to the floor. The xeno fell limp, immediately dead. Another of the ghouls dropped down from the ceiling, about to jab it's blade into Gorgira's eye socket only to be shot from the air by Orsean.

The heavy end of the flail was caught by Thugren, but the Grotesque gave no time to act upon it. The monster rushed forward, the chain rattling as it tried to shoulder bash Thugren.

[Armoured Priest]

"Thanks." Gorgira called back to the chaplain before aiming his bolter at another of the surviving mandrakes and firng a burst of bolt rounds at it.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 78 (78)

[Thugren]

Thugren roars and meets the beasts shoulder with his own, throwing his entire weight into the blow.

" come beast! Let us immortalize this moment!"

1d100 rolled for a total of: 66 (66)

[Prosperan Son]

The Terminator and the monstrous deformity of a beast met head on, the beast hormone enhanced, drug induced body matching the power armored force of the Chaos Lord. For a few seconds at least. Soon enough, the Grotesque was pushed back, inch by inch.

A bolt round took the head off the warp-fiend, it's lithe body slouching to the floor. A grunt was heard from behind, one of the Mandrakes managing to appear in front of Orsean and spearing his shoulder it's boline blade. The Angel took hold of the drake's arm and tore it off at the elbow before smashing it aside with his Crozius.

[Armoured Priest]

With the number of mandrakes whittled down to the few now, Gorgira mag locks the combi bolter to the thigh plate and took up his chainaxe. Armed with the two melee weapons, he charges the at the last two to bring the fight to a swift end with a swing of the axe and thrusting the blade forth.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 92 (92)

[Emporer469]

"ahhhhhh and it seems that I still can't find a captive" said Maldox as he sighed and channeled magic into his hands once again

"Must we continue this dance Eldar...you are quiet boring me" Maldox then added as he moved his hand forward

Doom Bolt
1d100 rolled for a total of: 67 (67)

[Thugren]

Thugren laughs in insane fury, driving forward harder Ito the beast as he suddenly shifts his weight to the side to let the beast crash by him.

Let me show you gorgon courtesy!"

He roars hurling his claws at te beasts face in a brutal haymaker.

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

[Prosperan Son]

One of the mandrakes is bifurcated completely, split from in half from the waist down by Gorgira's axe strike. The other one however manages to knock away the daemon-sword with a swipe from it's boline, it's black blade sliding down the length of the bonesword and towards Gorgira's shoulder.
1d100 rolled for a total of: 9 (9)

One of the Dark Eldar falls down from a gantry above, struck by Maldox's doombolt. The xeno writhes in agony, not yet dead, but out of the fight for sure. One of the xeno raiders manages to slip behind the sword and was in the process of lancing him through with a serrated bayonet, but the daemon within the ship intervenes, grabbing the xeno with it's seemingly invisible hands and smashing it down into the floor gratings, pulping it's insides.

The grotesque speared it's own hand forward, the hand replaced long ago with a monstrous sword. The two arms meet, but the Grotesque lacks the power. Thugren's claw smashes right through his blade, destroying the blade, and the entire arm sending the beast sprawling against the floor. The brute does not scream or writhe, having been lobotomized long ago, it no longer understands such concepts as pain.

[Armoured Priest]

With the dark eldar so close and already past his weapons, Gorgira slams his head forth to headbutt the mandrake back hopefully before the boline could connect with his shoulder.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 70 (70)

[Emporer469]

Maldox soon chuckles loudly as he then walked towards the fallen eldar

"Now what do we have here...a fallen son of Esh you do your Eldar God well by being a fallen fool" said Maldox as he then chuckled again while picking up the Eldar by his neck

"Now were going to have a small...oh what's the word ah yes talk now if you please" as Maldox then began to drag away the Eldar from the Engine room as if to avoid its death

[Thugren]

Thugrens body glows a the two runes of khrone glow on his pauldrons .

" beast you have no right to stand before me.."

He slowly begins walking toward it opening his communications to the entire ships broadcast system
" to blood my Gorgons! Shed no blood ! Take these weak fools as slaves! The gorgon who captures the most will done at y table before the battle! Come brothers! Ghar lenath chosen of he who thirsts inhibits out ship ! Fight onward!"

Standing above the stricken ghost they green reaches back and powers his fist up.

" sleep forever beast.."

1d100 rolled for a total of: 88 (88)

[Prosperan Son]

The Mandrake stumbled back, grunting as it held it's skull, momentarily forgetting Gorgira's who had managed to crack the xeno's forehead, drawing blood.

The dazed raider struggled within Maldox's grip, trying to free itself, sluggishly at that, of the man's grip. Quickly, it unholstered a splinter-pistol from it's holster and shot at the sorcerer's chest

1d100 rolled for a total of: 80 (80)

The grotesque falls dead, with the remainder of the dark eldar fighting to the last, whether killed or captured, however ill news arrived over the vox-bead.

"My lord, energy build up along the forward prow of the Dark Eldar Vessel. They're preparing another lance strike. And our shields are still down." A crewman informed the chaos lord urgently.

(Roll for a Miracle- Anyone can make this roll btw-)

[Armoured Priest]

With the lone dark eldar now dazed for the moment, Gorgira lunged forth with the massive maw agape to chomp down on to the unsuspecting xenos.

Bite
1d100 rolled for a total of: 77 (77)

Miracle roll (Hail mary)
1d100 rolled for a total of: 81 (81)

[Thugren]

Meet them with the full fury of our payload....ghat leth! Awaken your fury! Strike them down!

Roll for my miracle

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

[Prosperan Son]

The ship seemed to roar in fury, it's gun batteries all turning to face the corsair vessel. The weapons hummed in preparation to fire, but all was for naught, the guns lacked the power.

The crewmans voice spoke once more grimly"My lord, we lack the pow-"

"Fret not Gorgons, deliverance has arrived." A familiar voice interrupted all of them, before a massive explosion blossomed across the side of the Dark Eldar voice, causing it to lurch violently to the side. From the far off in the void, two ships cut through the darkness, one in a dark blue midnight clad, Astartes Strike Cruiser, accompanied by a larger battle barge, donning colors of purple,pink, black and neon colorings.

The Night Lords and Emperor's Children vessels fired a salvo of torpedoes towards the damaged Dark Eldar vessel, followed by a massive projectile from the Emperor's Children once more, apparently it was armed with a nova cannon.

The Mandrake flailed wildly in Gorgra's maw, struggling as the pressure built upon it. Before dying, the xeno had managed to jab it's boline blade into Gorgira's stomach and chest before going limp.

[Armoured Priest]

Gorgira ripped a massive chuck of flesh before dropping the xeno's dead body, letting it clatter on the metal floor. Listening to the voice that piped through the comms and seeing an explosion in the void, he only shrugged and ate. "Hm, I'll take it." he said now with a shrug, not minding the improptune save by the Emperor's children or Nightlords. Although he was a little puzzled at why the ship roared earlier. He shook his head and was only glad that the threat here was dealt with, he turned around and headed back to the medical bay hoping that Lacarta was faring now as little rivulets of glowing crimson ran out the new punctures of his scaley armor.

[Thugren]

Thugrenvopens a communication to both ships.

" well met grond and my night brothers of night! Bring that ship down like wounded prey....... But do not destroy it I want the archon alive!"

Gripping the ghast by the skull he drags him behind him as he moves down the halls.

" revert the power to normal functions, get this ship moving ."

He orders, moving to the main hall of the ship