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Yes I am.

Lucian goes up to the farseer and grabs her by the throat. She finds herself unable to resist as his massive astartes strength lifts her bodily into the air and wrenches her weapon away from her. Lucian eyes the farseer calmly, his lifting her up no more than a way to make her stand still for long enough to observe. Nonetheless his grip tightens somewhat.
"You are the farseer whos soulstone was entombed within Marius' chassis were you not?"
The farseer is beginning to choke, her abilities of the warp seemingly nulled by something or someone that she cant see. She has no concept of wolftail talismans which through the spacewolves belief can nullify warp energies. He doesnt even let her respond knowing full well who she is. The psykers resonance rippling off of her is enough to make the metallic stench of the warp rise up in Lucian's throat. On Fenris Lucian discovered that even when his eyes were closed he could identify Psykers with a sort of sixth sense, many of the space wolves possessed this ability and it was just one more reason why they were so good at hunting Psykers.
"Give me a reason eldar, give me a reason not to kill you right here and now, or lock you inside the ring you so desperatley believe will have no effect against a daemon it was designed to cage. Give me a reason
The continued silince of the farseer prompts Kais to act.
"She is a valuable sorce of information Lucian. I would rather I diddnt loose that information just yet."
Lucian nods slowly as if weighing up his options then tosses the near suffocated farseer to the ground and shatters her singing spear over his knee. The shards of wraithbone from the weapon simply drop to the ground and dissolve into the snow. A weapon that powerful being nullified like that quickly lost its form and power. Lucian turns to the Shas'o
"I was a member of the Wolf Guard Mikal's pack of wolf guard. I have been designated for the last 3 centuries to hunt psykers on the battlefield and have worked alongside several Tau commanders before. And if there is one thing I have learned it is that Chaos was the reason for the beloved Marius and Mikal's deaths. Not any reasoning on thier own part, and so Logan Grimnar had decreed that five of the Chapters Lone wolves, our best. Would follow your path to hope find the Daemon Syrath and cage him within the ring here. To suffer for his actions. Loke, Gerwik Tibrus and Frendi are on thier way. I was the advance guard. We will have that company in mere terran days"

(For those of you interested in followingthe stroy of the Left Hand of Russ (Lucian) and his pack brothers Loke Gerwik Tirbus and Frendi the link to the fanfiction is here http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7374696/1/The_bLeft_b_bHand_b_of_bRuss_b)

"It...won't.....work, Syrath.....is near......he will....arrive...shor..."


"Shortly, yes I will. I cannot be stopped fools, your pathetic idles and talismans have not effect on me fool. I have power to crush you here and now but I think I'll take my time, it was incredibly fun to taunt Marius into Chaos. Such a foolish mortal, believed he could deny me but he failed and bowed down to me like I was a king! "

Syrath rises higher and higher into the air gaining more power, as he looms over the group he twists and ruptures. His wings morph into a massive set of mighty pinions while his body becomes greater in size and length as his broken rib cage pulls back and reveals his rotting and decaying stomach and feathers, his eyes burst into flames and a long axe headed staff appears in his hand;

"I have become the first and only great Saint of Chaos! Your chapter will bow to me soon Lucian once I arrive on Fenris with my Legions, have I not introduced you to them? Foes meet the 1st War-Legion!"

A group of Blacked Armored Chaos marines arrive from a portal behind Syrath, they have a dark silver trim and stand in several ranks.

"Kill them all!"

Lucian unslings his bolter and without haste or panic executes thirty of the marines with headshots, the bolters clip run dry he reslings it and draws his blade. He diddnt care what the others were doing, this was what he was here for, and none could best him. He sprinted forwards and a bolter round pinged of his shoulder to detonate above him backlighting him with an evil tinge of red. He Howls loudly as he charges forwards and the chaos warriors charge back to meet him. His blade flicks out and impales one of the marines, with a twist of his wrist he sends the warrior careening back intot he others and pivots on his right heel dropping down slightly under a swing of a chainaxe and bringing his sword through the offenders waist halving the marine. His weapon then darts back over his shoulder blocking a blow meant for his head. He pivots to tface the marine and kicks backwards flooring anouther. He spins his blade slicing through the chaos warriors and then through his neck. Anouther kick wneched his sword free from the chest of a marine it had blurred into after decapitating its last foe.

Lucian howls in exultation as the marines fall around him, not a single one can land a telling blow against the lone wolf. And this was just one. When Frendi and Tibrus and Loke and Gerwik arrived the chaos marines would soon flee.

Beltayn takes all of this in rather quickly, apparently this Mon Keigh warrior knew the great Mikal and Marius of whom the farseer spoke of...Beltayn wanted to ask him some questions, wanted to at least say something but it all happened so fast...

He turned towards the advancing Chaos marines and drew his dagger from its sheath, holding it up in a combat stance.

"You may have taken my friend but it will take much more to take me!" he yelled as he sprinted forward, propelling his body low over the bolter rounds. A line of bolts traced near his feet in the snow and he dived to one side of the marine, rising and plunging the dagger into the slit between the marine's helmet and armor, blood poured out over Beltayn's hand as the marine gurgled and fell over. As it did, a bolter round grazed his leg and he winced, losing his grip on the dagger. He had no time to retrieve it.

He brought out his sabre and charged the next marine, a bolter round grazed his arm but Beltayn did not stop, he danced left and right until he was close enough to bring the sabre up in a decapitating strike.The Marine toppled left as his head went right and the marine next to him brought his bolter down towards him to crush his skull. Beltayn rolled right and plunged his blade into the things leg, leaving it there, letting it scream as he pulled out his pistol and plunged it into the marine's eye socket with a quick motion and fired. Beltayn came up to his feet and pulled from his back Ludias' sword and held it in front of him. He was wounded, his cloak was torn, and blood was spattered everywhere on him, he wore an icy stare that wouldn't let up as he challenged the rest of the marines.

"Bring your weapons, bring your bodies, I'll take them all with me to hell." He stated levelly.

Lucian cleared a space around himself and the eldar, "You are Beltayn? I have been informed of your prescence in this sector, you are wanted for three counts of murder and at least 15 counts of unproved murder. I'm willing to ignore those charges if you help me"

The two warriors circled back to back, focusing on the marines that surrounded them but kept their distance.

"Beltayn the Jackal as the underworld knows me, and its 23 counts of unproved murder, you never found the other eight...let us focus on getting out of this and then I will hear your full terms, marine of the Emperor." He said lowly as he danced out of the way of a blade strike and met it with his own into a marine's side armor.

Lucian chuckles "Agreed"
He changes his fighting style subtley so that he can use the Eldar's prescence as a sort of shield. Allowing marines to run towards the Sniper before decapitating them or stabbing them in the back. One marine even lost his knees to a horizontal slash from behind before the Eldar claimed his head.

Lucian did not stop however simply because the marines were out of range. He drew his bolter and firing it one handed laid down a withering hail of shots that cleared a path infront of him. He let the weapon hang in its straps as he reloaded it and then brought it up again. Thirty shots later he simply slung it behind his back to give the Eldar a hand.

only to find that he diddnt need it. The Eldar was quite proficient with his weapons, however Lucian noted that the sword he used was distinctly similar to the briefing he had seen on Imperial weapons of the inquisition, it was a daemon hunting sword. Designed specifically to harm daemonic and chaotic flesh. Lucian grinned as he revved his own weapon. Time to fight.

He ploughed into the chaos warriors surrounding the Eldar and began a brutal and efficient series of strikes and blows that rendered his targets dead or so close to it that they couldnt lift a weapon. He was beginning to wonder a the numbers, he soley had killed close to if not more than 80 of the marines, they were not skilled and fell like wheat to a power sycthe and the Eldar had taken his share. But the Marines just kept on coming. There was no telling how many of them there were. And this baffled Lucian briefly, he had been told that the forces of chaos were dwindling, thier warriors loosing numbers every day. In his lifetime he had personally seen to thousands of deaths of marines. These few more were like a small bucket being emptied into the collective oceans of Fenris.

And yet the enemy still had more warriors to place in thier way.

Syrath chuckles and raises his staff, a massive bolt of green energy sends the group flying back words while Syrath's dead men begin to rise from the dead and grab their weaponry. Syrath fires another bolt which they narrowly avoid, a black silver Sythe slams into the ground near to Lucian and rises into the air again and slams down;

"We can do this for eternity and I'm not stopping until I do so! Nothing can stop me now! Ha ha ha ha"

Syrath then turns his aim to the Farseer who is retreating while forming a shield;

"I haven't forgotten about to you, DIE!"

Syrath fires a bolt at point blank range that kills the Farseer instantly before turning his attention to Lucian and Bel.

The next time the Scythe comes down Lucian doesnt avoid it, intsead he catches it. And breaks it across his knee like he had the singing spear of the Farseer.

"Face me daemon, or are you scared of a Wolf in White armour?"

Kais watches all of the battle taking place and gives Alas a nod, before wielding his rail rifle and taking a pin-point accurate charged shot at the Daemons head, knocking him back, and hurting him slightly, the broken face reforming.

"Surely you haven't forgotten about me, Syrath? Marius and Mikal's souls both call for revenge, and I am the here to deliver their vengeance upon you," Kais, says, taking another shot, that wounds Syrath further.

"How pleasant, with my sister gone and the Employers soon to follow with you right here. How pleasant, now prepare to di......agrh!"

Syrath starts screaming in utter pain as a long pair of silver blades pass through his head, he snarls before another strike removes his horns and his lower jaw. The attacker is Eldar in appearance but wears a black suit and strikes again pushing Syrath to the ground, his blood pours onto the snow. The Daemon responds fires several bolts of energy and beams but misses the attacker, the assailant strikes his legs and forces him to the ground once more.

Kais uses this oppurtunity, and runs forwards jumping onto Syrath, and pushing his rail rifle into his face, already charging a shot.

"Ready to say goodybe?"

The Assassin on Syrath fires a energy net that pushes Shas of the Daemon and fires a bolt through the Daemons skulls causing him to fall back in pain.

Lucian takes the advantage to sprint over and grab the daemon by the throat and without furthur ado dismember him. The arms and legs of the Daemon falling to the ground. Lucian lifted the ademon and slammed him against a convenient rock and punched him in the face with his right hand. And then held his fist there. The ring built into his armour begins to emit a subtle glow....

Syrath grabs Lucian and slams him into the ground before fire a warp beam directly at his chest and throwing him to his side, Syrath takes of into the air roaring and hissing before warping away. The Assassin is left, a Eldar Ranger it appears to be at first with a black cloak and mounted on her back a long Daemonic Singing Spear, She looks to a wound caused by the daemon. A large gouge in her stomach but the flesh begins to re-form just like Syrath's, exactly like Syrath.....

:\ this guy just lost his arms and legs and ive already chopped off his wings.... Frustration with unkillable enemies is at an all time high.

Lucian gets to his feet brushing off the faint layer of soot on his armour. "His attacks are weak, he is waining. We have tow options however, he seems to be totally invulnerable. So we can either flee or die. Personally I dont fancy our chances if we stay. But failure for me is not an option. I will however leave this up to you Shas'o as it is your warriors who will be harmed if this continues.

Syrath never lost his wings but he did lose one of his feet.

The Assassin runs towards Lucian and brings up a sniper rifle and fires several times, the Space Wolf barley misses the shots and begins to move back as she brings out two power swords and begins to attack him.

"Back!" Kais shouts, firing a few rail rifle shots, which knock the Ranger back, and one taking a large chunk out of her arm. What is you quarrel with us?"

"You are all foes of the Employers, you must be killed of now."

She regenerates the wound and sprints forward knocking an Incubi out of the way and impaling the Farseer, she turns her attention to Shas and fires several times at him with her sniper.

Lucian grabs the assassin by the back of he neck and with one savage twist rips her head off.
"Regenerate that"

Before Lucian can grab her she is on his back, she slams her blades into his right arm and sprints away firing a energy net over his legs;

"You cannot defeat me, I have your memories, blood and souls. I know everything about each and everyone of you, I am you. Syrath will fall from his throne along with each of you!"

OOC: How many times has the farseer died now?

Beltayn watches as Lucian struggles with the Assassin and brings out his own rifle calmly as she tries to run away. He unloads the rifle with calm proficiency and brings out a high charge pack, slamming it into his rifle's breech. He brings it to his shoulder, still crouching and flips the switch on his rifle's selector maximum power, the wraithbone rifle hums with potential power as he lines up the shot on the retreating assassin.

"You disgrace your own kind..." He says as he pulls the trigger and sends a blazing bolt of light and energy speeding into the back of the assassin's head, watching it topple over in the snow.

Beltayn notices that the battered Syrath is trying to rise and deftly plunges Ludias' power sword into his open mouth, impaling him to the ground, he looks into the daemon's face grimly.

"I don't care if you'll just get back up, I'm going to enjoy this." He said in a harsh whisper as he lowered his rifle and emptied the high yield magazine into Syrath's face. He then turned and took the power sword with him, cutting Lucian's restraints. He then slams in another high powered pack into his rifle and advances on the assassin who seems to be stirring. The barrel of his gun steams hotly in the frigid air.

"Go ahead and get back up! I'll take pleasure in shooting you again!" He calls mockingly as he advances.

(OOC) I've lost track, though I think its earned its place in the Guinness Book of World Records along with how many times Syrath has got back up Basically the Assassin is a clone of Bel, the Farseer and Syrath

"I care not, you should realise Bel that we have much in common. Such as blood."

Syrath lies in the snow, his eyes fading and breath slowing. The Daemon does not move but goes into a state of meditation and tries to ignore the pain, the Assassin runs towards Bel'tyan and brings out her Screaming Spear and fires a bolt of bight blue warp energy that almost rips Bel in two. He rolls out of the way and fires back but is tackled by the Assassin who brings her blade to his neck;]

"The Employers knew they could not beat you but created something that could, a clone."

As the Assassin prepares to strike Syrath rises and fires a long stream of bright green energy that disintegrates the Assassins right arm and slams the back of his staff into her head and grabs her by the hood;

"You dare steal my blood! My power flows through you does it not? Then I shall rip it out of you, piece by piece!"

Lucians arm had never been stabbed, his own blade had gotten there first and he had battered the assassin backwards with a flurry of blows, she couldnt get a hit in. There was a reason Lucian had won every deuling contest in the fang. It was because never before had he ever been bested in combat with any form of blade or even a shock mace. The assassin soon realised she was outclassed and began to flee, thats when Bel shot her. When she got up and then was knocked down by Syraths beam, Lucian was already running forwards and spun on one heal his sword arching round to decapitate the assassin and then swing at Syrath who blocks the attack with his staff. Syrath tries to fire a burst of warp energy at Lucian but Lucain growls and flicks his blade up to the ddaemons thraot forcing him to block the attack with both hands on his staff instead. Lucian then taking the advantage of both Syraths hands up in the air holding his staff, kicks the daemon hard in the chest knocking him to the ground. Lucian goes for an overhand blow but the daemon blocks it and kicks Lucian back. Lucian slids backwards holding his stance and skidding through the snow for a couple of feet, The daemon was not good at kicking. Syrath fired a blast at Lucian but it fizzled as it his his pauldron. The runes on his armour protecting him from the attack. Lucian charges forwards and slams his weapon in and upper cut that the daemon blocks and then loops it around for the daemons head. Syraths arms are in an awkward position to block the blow and so when Lucian makes his ext attack the daemon cannot get there in time and Lucians frostblade sinks deep into the daemons right hip nearly severing all the way through. Before it can heal Lucian shoves an armed krak grenade in the hole and backs off. Syrath scrabbles at the wound for a second but it heals over. His own body hindering his efforts. The grenade explodes and syrath is separated from his right leg and topples to the ground, firing dozens of energy blasts at Lucain, but Lucian takes a leaf out of Mikal's book and simply blocks the attacks with his Sword. As if he would an enemies weapon, the blasts fizzled against the blade and Lucian grinnedas Syrath tried to take off, but with one leg he couldnt free his wings enough to do so. Lucian advanced furthur and brought his sword down on the daemons staff, shattering it soundly.

Syraths scream of rage knocked the surrounding Tau and Eldar off their feet but it was not nearly strong enough to do such to an Astartes. Lucian pinned the daemons arms to the ground one by one and sawed them off slowly with his Frost blade. The daemon screaming and howling in rage as he does so, unable to even so much as fight back. Lucian takes his time tearing the daemon apart. And finally he takes his sword adn puts it at the dismembered daemons neck.

"You are... *Shove* nothing"
Lucian puts his foot on the daemons chest and wrenches his blade free, and turns away. The daemon still tries to rise and Lucian turns as weak blasts flicker over his armour, doing nothing to the Lone Wolf. He strides over and grabs the daemons face, activating his ring. There is a slight glow and then the daemon is abruptly sucked in to the ring. And away from any plane of existance that could ever set him free.

Ive had enough of that daemon

"OH NO.....YOU DON'T!"

With Syrath last inches of strength he separates his head from his decaying body leaving it lying in the snow, gurgling blood and spiting out pus. The Daemon sniggers in a slurred fashion and smiles;

"I.....shall...RETURN!"

Syrath's head begins to crack and soon turns to dust leaving only the Daemons bear skull, runes of Chaos decorate it and the words 'Still alive' mark its brow. The Assassin runs off, no need to fight anymore with Syrath vanquished for now but maybe not for ever. For once in the universe, every Warrior of Syrath turns from their combat positions and begin to make their way towards the Daemon world. Portals of fire open as they march forward towards the planet, they would avenge their lord.

Lucian falls to his knees and howls in rage. The howl draws out every inch of frustration and anger he feels for the daemon. The ring was still usable, it would be until it broke. And there was a mark 12 shield generator over it that was only deactivated upon Lucian mental command.

He was truly the most annoying enemy Lucain had ever defeated.

Yeah just though that might help...

Thank you its such a complement

You see in my line of work I have only had two worthy enemies

Marius and Mikal

Both dead at my hands

You see I have manipulated your chapter for so long, it was fun to kill your Primarch and show his screaming decapitated head to your brothers

It was grand to turn over Marius to Chaos

Kill my sister

Murder countless worlds

You will be fun

I know you will be

Lucian laughs and speaks calmly back to the empty air. Something tells him that the daemon can hear him quite well.
"You try that daemon, and every time you do Ill cut off anouther finger with this." He pulls out a 8" combat blade covered in runes. "This was made to slit the thraots of daemons, send thier bodies to a plane of purgatory. The ring is your destination, However im sure you wont mind loosing your fingers to a plane where they cannot be regenerated or destroyed, but also cannot be used or manipulated. All they do is burn.