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*DeQuest raises her pistol and aims down the sights*
Anyone else think they're moving far slower than they should be? A Grox could move faster than this lot...

*Sister waits for the momment they become more vunrable as a second howl seems to emirate not from the material realm, and aims with grim determination *

There phased.... Shadow wolves... They claimed nearly my entire squad. Stalked us, hunted us one by one.

*om by gins to make the vehicle quicker and eyes almost suck in light*
*others mov almost in micro slow motion.... For now, and soon begin to phase im*

*in n suddenly breaks into real space and charges. Its fury not of this earth as the sister unloads bolt shells. *

*DeQuest begins cursing a blue streak and begins snapping off shots at the closest one*
*pulls a knife from her belt and grips it in her free, but injured, hand*

*Athan unleashed a flurry of bolter rounds before tossing his rifle aside in favor of his combat knives. The old Astartes mumbles under his breath as he charges forward.

“Hmph. ‘Always save the day...’”

*DeQuest notices Athan dart forward and does her best to cover his back, snapping off shots at any beasts who attempt to get behind him and stab at his back*
*begins frantically whispering some prayers under her breath that she doubtlessly learned at an Imperial Priest's knee when she was little*

*The first shadow wolf explodes from multiple bolt shells with lots of little chunks flying about smoking*

*others start moving slowly forward bounding in slow motion but each second move faster attacking*

*Sister snaps off a shot before powering up sword*

Hey... And its praise Emparor oh glory, not oh glorious... The guard hymn book is riddled with errors.... 593 to be exact...

Got any more bolt shells... We got a few more to go!

*Wolves begin attack, sister hastily attempting to stab one through the head that's gripped righting onto her lower arm armour plates*

*DeQuest gives the Sister an incredulous look*
I learned that during religious instruction growing up! Not from a hymn book!
*gets tackled by a wolf due to her lack of attention and is only barely keeping it from her throat*
Feth!

*Athan darts and weaves through the pack doing his best to cripple the beasts. He spots a wolf pouncing on DeQuest and hurls one of his combat knives which embeds itself in the animal’s upper back.

*DeQuest lets out a shout and throws the (now limp) body of the wolf off her*
*gives Athan an awe-filled look*
Thank you! That was close! I owe you one!
*scoops up her pistol and continues firing slow and precise shots at the other wolves*
*she begins quietly chanting a litany of vengeance, which slowly gains in volume as the battle goes on*

*Athan nods and continues his rampage

“Don’t mention it - and good shooting!”

*A wolf decks the marine and sends him sprawling to the floor before he rises to his feet and the two square off

A howl of otherwordly enegry sounds as the Daemon reaches out and grips the wolf whom just decked the marine, and With a Sharp tug pulls the beast apart in a welter of gore.
" Did you intend to wrestle it into submission?"
The fiend waits not for the reply, and rises up into the air and starts hurling shards of empyrian enegry at the foul beasts

*Athan looks unamused

“Yes. Yes I did. But thank you.”

*The soldier wheels about and looks for his next target

*Several other wolves join thr battle, the sister stabbing onw hastily through the eye as it leaves large cuts into the Armour plates on lower arm. *

*painfully holds on arm to side and stabs at another wolf with power sword from force exerted on armour*

*wolves have unnatural strengh and a last group break thought the three line charging, this time a a more aggressively and snarling with twin heads*

*Skin prickles at the warp power *

Seems they they hate us for destroying there shrine!
Damned monsters...

Again... OK il not mention the prayer miss translations...

*Athan looks with concern to the injured Marla but proceeds to dispatch another beast.

“I’ll not look to steal your glory sister - if this is to be your fight then strike quickly and be rid of these monsters.”

*The marine pauses and sizes up the new pack.

*Turns to marine one arm looser, her augmented arm fine and immune to regular pain.*

They hunting us down,... Scattered us, they claimed 7 of my sisters. We destroyed the chaos shrine... Somthong did not like it.

Gotta kill both heads...

*grips sword and wars as they charge through, because they heads on each wolf snarling, and fighting the other to get first attack*

*takes a step forward wondering of they would spare the others if she faced them alone*
*odds would not be ideal to say least*

*DeQuest hunkers down beside a window and continues snapping off shots at the wolves*
*blasts one in the face and lets out a victorious snarl*
Your friends will join you soon wretch!

*One staggered by Las fire and determined limped towards window, burned, battered and limping. One head is missing a eye or so and rather angry*

Aim for thr heads...its the only spot Las fire works...

*Aister stares down two wolves whose 8 eyes seem to have a burning hatred for her. *

Emit a orienting howl into everyone's minds.

With ichor, both its own and that of its foes trickeling Down its wing the daemon curses its vile bestial foe, With a blast of howling flames it reduces one beast to Ash.
" Damned mongrels" it snarls and burries its beak in the skull of another beast.
Drawing upon its powers the daemon sends waves of flickering warp enegies out to its allies.
" Do not resist, this will help shield you from the foes trice cursed gaze and bite"

*DeQuest sees the wolf coming for her and curses under her breath*
Oh no, you furballs aren't tackling me again
*begins firing faster and faster at the oncoming wolf, not really paying all that much attention to her ammo levels*

*Athan carves one wolf’s head from ear to ear with his power knife, but becomes disoriented by the waves of empyrean energy.

“Wha... no. No, no, no, no. Not like them. Never again...”

*The Astartes freezes long enough for the second head to clamp down on his leg, the pain jolting Athan back to reality

*Sister feels strange as the dark powers and bladed armour and icons conflict leaving her startled and distracted by the sheer amount of different warp influences *

*Desperately punches one wolf in face with a sword hilt making it rapidly uglier than ever*

*Falls backwards sighting a wolf off trying to bite at her with its face that does not look like it went thought a flaming acidic blender*

*Other wolves keep fights NG but losing or atomized by the warp bird deamon. *

*no more wolves come hut remainder left to deal with. *

*DeQuest's pistol runs out of ammo with an audible whine and she looks at it in horror*
*she then says a long and incredibly inventive series of words that even a Space Wolf would be impressed by*
*she rapidly begins backing up into the Room and looks for something suitable as a weapon*

*Athan’s eyes grow dark. He gazes down at the beast gnawing on him and snaps it’s neck with contemptuous ease. His wounds do not slow him, and on his left arm his tattoo burns like a brand as he dispatches one opponent after another.

“..... die.”

*DeQuest finds a tiny cactus sitting on an end table, picks it up, and hurls it at the nearest wolf*
*curses the fact that the rest of her pistol clips got blown up in her tank*

*Wolf bites cactus that explodes in its mouth smelling very strongly of fresh bacon and hints of a full cooked breakfast and coffee*

*Sister is pushed backwards and pinned, punching to to a bloody snarling mess a wolf with a sword pommel in her bionic hand shouting over snarling*

A little help be welcome!

*most wolves dead, limping or injured, the oldest kills almost falling apart as the energy that holds them together weaken and dies off,*

*a tray of scented cm cacti remain on side*

*DeQuest glances over at the Sister and curses under her breath*
*sprints over to her and tries to tackle the wolf off her, knowing that the wolf she threw the cactus at is probably right behind her*

*Bacon scented wolf keeps up pursuit thr other head confused and trying to eat the other for smelling like English breakfast*

*Wolf on Marla turns one head that looks like it got punched by a blender to Sgt and attacks with reduced power, wolf is staggered but other head remains focused on Marla and is being blended by a metal fist blow by blow snapping and snarling*

*Athan continues to pulverize the remaining wolves. One attempts to flee but is grabbed by the tail and thrown with earth shattering force.

“Die.”

*The Astartes remains in a trance-like state

*DeQuest tries to dodge the attack from the second head, all the while bashing at the wolf on top of the Sister with whatever happens to be on the floor nearby. In this case, it happens to be a coffee pot*
GET OFF HER YOU MANGY MUTT! I'VE JUST ABOUT HAD ENOUGH OF CHAOS IN THE LAST FEW DAYS!
*braces for the other wolf tackling her in the back any second now*

*Dr quests blow works too well as the wold with two heads that look like where tested in a imperial blender commercial turns and stares at her as so does the breakfast wolf*

Thank... Later... Disgusting..
I'm... Done..

*Sister stabs thr other through thr bum skewer in through and out the head in a lupine kebab and falls back pretty battered from the fight and partly out of it with a sword and some arm stuck though a wolf. *

*Breakfast wolf charges smelling very strongly of bacon and coffee*

*Wolves flee before marine in retreat*