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**Tyranic Marta**

Marius's words hammer back
"Until I know for certain I can trust you WITCH there is no way I'm going to participate in any plan you give me. You were the one who enticed me towards chaos and look where that got me? Keep that Up And ill begin to regret saving your soulstones."

**blood reaper**

"I had no choice, you left and I lost everything. I already have lost my Craftworld to that fiend, destroy him then me for repent Marius. If you could forgive yourself for your actions you can do the same for me can you not?"

**WARORK93**

OOC: Almost forgot about this guy...

IC: The avatar roared as he slew his way to the gate, his form a shape of vengeance for all of the Eldar destroyed by the forces of Syrath, wherever he tread the forces of Chaos were pushed back, disintegrated in the terrible heat or cut into pieces or turned to ash by the blasts from his spear. The wraithguard fired continuously at his feet, cutting down great swathes of the enemy and forming a corridor around the portal to the webway. The Avatar roared and shook his spear in challenge. None could stand before him.

"You shall not destroy my people any longer, your ill begotten conquest ends hear with your deaths!" It roared as the lead wraithguard split off of the group and walked towards the portal. Its soulstone held the soul of a great warlock with potent psychic powers and it began to summon them, arcing lightning coming from its fingers and lashing around the portal.

"I am the vengeance! I am the bloody handed god! I am the hate and the fury of my people! Stand before me if you dare and be wiped from existence!"

**Tyranic Marta**

"I still cannot trust you"

**blood reaper**

The gate exploded.

A Field of bright white energy covered the entire realm of Syrath, souls of the dead Eldar striking down foes and Daemons alike. The Wraith Guards numbers increased as the spires and factories of Syrath's realm collapsed and stopped, Daemonic Furies fled as it plunged the darkened realm into eternal light. The foul creatures of shadow that once bathed in the darkness hid and burned under the burning light, their screams a chorus of vendetta to the Eldar. The Avatar looked up at the massive Spire of Syrath, at its peak looked down a grey and dying Syrath. The green light that once lit the realm had been extinguished, and its portals to reality closed.

"Why? Why is it Marius that you trust all but those you once respected. I remember your words that dark day, I remember them all. Madness and power."

**Tyranic Marta**

"Because you tricked me you witch, how can I trust someone who lies to me??"

**blood reaper**

"How? How did I? You tricked yourself into believing in the ability to defeat Chaos, no one can. I never wished to trick you and If I have then destroy me, if you must....."

**Tyranic Marta**

"SHUTUP!!! I will not have you blame me for your treachery, this is on YOU farseer, you are the one who did this, not me, you. You have been in my head for far to long. I wish you to simply prove that I can trust you rather than making this sound like my fault, for that isnt helping your case."

**blood reaper**

"Then destroy me! I demand it, if I am a threat then end it. Do it now for your own good, if it means you are better of I want it!"

**Tyranic Marta**

"Whatever... you really dont get it do you? You only had to show me I could trust you? Is that really so hard?"

Marius simply charges forwards into the fray batting the chaos warriors aside like so much chaff on the wind. Lucian right behind him decimating any who think they can take a potshot at the dreadnoughts rear armour. They soon reunite with Mikal and the trio move post haste towards the avatar...

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

Atlas leads by example, flying straight into the front of the oncoming tide of Chaos Marines, slashing skillfully with his blades, making all of his enemies drop dead on the floor, simply seconds after his venom has infected thier bloodstream.

"Kill all of the Chaos scum! Leave none alive!

**Tyranic Marta**

Marius and Lucian take this to heart butchering thier way through the hordes infront of them. None can stand up to thier might. None.

**blood reaper**

Syrath lands in front of them, his massive form towering over them and his eyes a blazing firestorm. He roars releasing waves of burning fire that almost incinerate the group but they narrowly avoid it, he roars and slashes at them with his axe but there is a difference. He is grey and appears to be dying, his bones are cracked and flesh rotten and his eyes lack the look of foul tactical genius or power lust.

**Tyranic Marta**

Marius ignore the flames that lick over his chassis without causeing harm. His own psykik shields protect him from such means. He stares down the great daemon and settles into a fighting stance
"Syrath I challenge you, take a blade and fight me like you have cowardly avoided for so long."

**blood reaper**

"Oh no you'll ave to catch me first of little Marius!"

Syrath flies into the air but at a distance and sends balls of flaming energy down at the Dreadnought and the rest of the group;

"Get close and I'll drain him of his power, or we are going to die Marius!"

**Tyranic Marta**

"COWARD!!!"

Marius flicks a tendril of thought at the daemon and wrenches reality dragging the daemon throught the warp and landing him infront of the dreadnought, using the disorientation of his foe he plunges his blade into the daemons gut and to ensure he stays their wraps him psykickally in a bubble of voidspace that prevents him from moving.

**blood reaper**

"NO! NO! DAM...Y...AL....I SHALLLLL.....RE...RE...RE..URN"

Syrath's head slumps to one side and his flesh turns grey, his eyes are like weak candles and he growls but tries to speak. His speech is slurred and almost unrecognizable;

"I.....ave...ne...mor.....trik....up...my sleeve!"

Syrath barley teleports away, weakly and in utter pain;

"I think we've done it!, get to his Spire and kill him now!"

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

Atlas sees his opportuntity, and swoops down to thier ground where Marius is holding Syrath, and plunges his blades into Syraths neck, before repeating, and again, and again.

"Knock, knock."

**blood reaper**

The blade drops as Syrath teleports away, the weak cowardly Daemon clinging to his life...

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

"Already on it."

Atlas motions for his squad to follow him, before flying into the sky, and accelerating, headed towards the top of the spir, before crashing in and spotting Syrath, weak, and in pain.

"No!"

"Yes."

Atlas moves forward intimidatingly, drawing his blades, and for extra effect, dipping them in even more of his deadly poison. He swings his blade in his right hand outwards, before plunging it deep into Syraths through, causing it to bubble as if it was in a rage, and he allowed blood to seep out of the wound.

"That was for Kais..."

He rises his other blade into the air, before slamming it down it Syraths head, utterly destroying his life force.

"... and that, was for me."

**Tyranic Marta**

Marius has had enough of this coward,
"Mikal, Lucian, protect me for a moment would you?"

Mariu sstabs his sword into the ground and lowers his Psykick shields, chanelling all of his prodigal power towards the spire. Nothing happens for several seconds, but then starting from the top and working around the spire, layer by layer, it begins to come apart, chuncks break off from it here and there, and get sucked into a rapidly growing vortex. Soon the ground is humming with the power being expended and the area around the group of fighters begins to crack, fissures are rent open in the ground and the chaos marines are sucked into this darkness. As the spire continues to unravel the light is even diminished, Marius drawing on its Psykick resonance to tear the very fabric of the reality surrounding the spire apart. Piece by broken piece.

**blood reaper**

Syrath dodges the blade and slams his fist down on the Scourges head and flees inside the spire, gun turrets emerge from the floors and begin to take aim on the Scourges....

The Spire shakes but does not topple, it stands still however fishers open around it consuming smaller spire and destroying them.

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

"Quick! Dodge the fire, follow Syrath!"

Atlas once again takes the lead, and expertly dodges the fire, swerving in and out, intent on finishing Syrath.

**Tyranic Marta**

Marius does not intend to topple the spire, his mental will actually rends the superstructure of the building apart, desintegrating its inner workingas and then with a massive Pyker's surge rends the facade off the building, seconds later it begins to crumble as its materials are sucked into the swirling tornado around it.

**blood reaper**

Talon aims his newly equipped Dark Lance and severs the Gun-Turrets from their bases, a second blast from Havoc's Haywire gun destroys them, the Scourges then spot a transportation lift;

"Atlas we can get the rest of the group up here but we have to get the lift working."

**blood reaper**

No.

You cannot do that, I mean you have done some cool things but this is ridiculous. I'm not letting you do that Marta.

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

OOC:

I must say I kinda agree with reaper...

... I mean, look at all the cool things I have done...

... most powerful thing I've done is overcharge four railgun shots, you are kinda pushing it a little...

**Gathering Storm**

Syrath's Spire begins to crumble... it's structural integrity clearly compromised...

However, it does not fall

Another Psyker, much stronger than Marius, causes the entombed astartes a horrific Psychic feedback. The Wolf's mind cracks at the raw power which has wracked it.

The Spire remains, cracked and unstable. But still standing, defiant against forces of the enemy

"Marius, your powers are insignificant in comparison to mine... " a sly daemonic voice rattled throughout the Space Wolf's head...

**blood reaper**

Marius, you cannot beat Arrius in psyche and you must realise you cannot destroy Syrath's tower. Please do not get upset over this.

**Gathering Storm**

OOC: He can try to destroy Syrath's Tower, at least give him that. He just didn't take into account the Psychic defences surrounding it.

So basically the tower is now a plethora of rubble, kept in the shape of a building, by the sheer force of will of Arrius.