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"Out of my way. I don't want to fight a dead corpse." Rasps the Hydra as he steps foward, grabbing Swala by the shoulder and pulling him up, before tossing him sideways.

"Get up corpse-lord, get up and meet an honourable and final oblivion."

Shouts the Hydra, standing above the broken Dust-king, one hand gripping a huge, vile sword, the other holding a roiling ball of warp energy.

"Get up and meet your death."

Swala chuckles.
"You think you can harm me slave?" Swala say, he gets up and charges and him and stabs the beast in the stomach with a screech of pain Syrath hits Swala away. Taking his chance Swala runs and slashes the creatures legs knocking Syrath to his knees, then Swala kicks the fool in the chest.
"Your gods fail you! Now fight with each other or are you to weak?" Swala says to the creatures face then turns and retreats with his army into the forests. To the next city the fools of chaos will help their Daemon master this will bide time. The Hydra was amazed at the speed does not see the Tomb King's fist head towards his face knocking him to the floor.

'Kurt, you like bones?'
'No sir.'
'Dust?'
'Nope.'
'Me neither. But it looks like the combination of the two are screwing up this place. Sound the advance.'
As Ulric stopped talking, the hornblowers in his force all grabbed their instrument, as his army marched forward.

"Crush him make him suffer! "

Syrath grabs Swala by the neck and slams his fist into his gut cracking the bone, snapping the spine and kicking the body away Syrath begins to circle in the air, swiping with his bladed tail and laughing manically as he and the Hydra taunt and mock the ancient king;

"You....fool!" Swala laughs pushing himself up off the floor grabbing his weapon and getting up.
"Ha you may be a favourit to your gods but look Nurgle hates Tzeentch think Hydra! Think!" Swala says as he blocks a attack from an impatient daemon. flips it over his shoulder and impales it. Syrath grow angry at Swala and flew down and grabbed Swala. Taking this opportunity Swala slashed Syrath's wing and arm forcing him to drop Swala.
"Come Hydra see the Truth!" Swala yelled.

The Hydra walks calmly towards the crippled corpse-king, sheathing his great, Nurgle-blessed blade. Laughing slightly, he stands beside the dessicated figure.

"I am going to enjoy this."

With that, the Hydra grabs and picks up the Corpse-king by his neck, gripping tightly, and grabs hold of one of his withered arms. With a laugh, the Hydra breaks the limb upon his armoured leg.

"You should never of crossed the chosen of Chaos."

Although still laugthing, the Hydra silences for a minute upon hearing the dust-king call Nurgle and Tzeentch enemies. Perhaps he is right, the Hydra thinks silently.

"For the nature of Chaos is too be both enemy and ally, nor friend nor foe, thus it serves the greater cause with its nature, you are simply a relic in a new world. A being out dated and yet still walks with the living though dead, pathetic and deluded, wasteful and arrogant, no wonder that your race was wiped off the face of this earth once and will be again. Rise up again and again and I shall slay you again and again, so it would be best that you rot in this field of battle than be broken by my hands again."

Tyranic watches with mild amusement before raising a hand and flicking it impetuously. The scene freezes, Blood reaper stops mid swing, Hydra mid chuckle, the armies mid fight. Only Swala is untouched.
"This is our battle Undead."
Tyranic waves his balde in direction of the Undead and the warriors cracked ribs and armour heal over and repair themselves, Tyranic does the same to his own armour.
"The gods have decreed that we fight. This is not my power, it flows through me from the god Tzeentch. Even his own minion the daemon is stilled. See? Now let us go somewhere more fitting. Our armies can battle in our absense, but this fight is ours."

The scene snaps and The two find themselves on a raised circular stone dias, that is floating in an endless swirling abyss. The dias is roughly 100 feet (30 metres) in diameter. And is perfectly flat, with no loose stones or pebbles, and the ground has good friction. No one would slip on this surface. Perfect for a battle.

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Back in the plains the battle rages on Blood reaper and Hydra do not notice the pause, only the absense of the two warriors.

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Tyranic draws his sword once more and sets his stance.
"No more magic, or sorcery, or daemons to get in our way Pharoh. Just you And I, ancient warriors of a time long past. of civilizations lost. Come. Fight me."

'So, the servants of Nurgle are still here?'Ulric said, grabbing a throwing axe. 'I dont like them.'
He threw the axe towards the Hydra.
'You, sir, smell awfull.'

Catching the axe mid through, the Hydra swiftly turns.

"You, sir are very late. My buisness here is done."

Mutters the Hydra quietly before exploding into an oily cloud of smoke and darkness, much like his elites, who do the same simmultaniously, several nearby skelatons engaged in combat with the expoding into countless bone shards.

Swala readies his his weapon.
"Lets end this!" Swala says removing his death mask.
"I want to look you in the eyes when I kill you." Swala yells as he charges into battle.

'Could have known that..´ Ulric muttered to himself. He held his Runeshield in front of him, and activated his armor. Readying his sword, he screamed, ´Come here, Nurgling!´

The Hydra and his bodyguard gone, all falls silent for a minute. Before one of his teleporting elite reappear with a burst of oily blackness. It stands there for as moment, its warped face contorted into a twisted snarl, but then its freezes, a green halo glowing from utop its head. With a chuckle signiture of the Hydra, it rises uprigt, flexing its talon and and drawing its pustulent sword. In the Hydra's rasping voice it says,

"You were saying? Hmm, its been a while since i've faced a real chalenge in one of these."
With another chuckle, the Hydra-thing charges.

With Syrath retreating into the sky, Blood Reaper takes command of the host from his Juggernaut of Khorne, Espilon. The Hulking black beasts snarls and roars unnerving any foe foolish enough to try and hold fast against it's bone crushing, blood splattering, organ grinding charges. The Daemon however had grown board of the pathetic Skeletons, they where mere slaves to a dead power, ancient ornaments of war that during an other age had formed grand opponents now formed mindless legions and while truly a legion they where, they would never again be true warriors and they where crushed, destroyed and broken by the dozen yet the tides of Skeletons would never halt. Riding through a wave of bleached bone Reaper came upon a green tide, and was greeted by one of the greatest "WAAAAAAAAAGHHHH!"s he had ever heard, while he was not plagued by mere mortal illnesses or dislikes, the sound of an Orc Waaghh would always ring in his ears and would always mean a good fight, a very good one if not. Pulling his brass beasts rains, the Khornate herald drew his great axe "Head Splitter" which was forever coated in the blood of ten thousand foes and screamed a ferocious battle cry as he charged;

"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE! LET THE WORLD DROWN IN IT!"

Screaming this praise to Khorne enraged the Bloodletters of the host, sending them in to a great fury that would drive them to madness if not for only one thing. A target. Be friend nor foe they would slay till no foe was lift living, or they where broken on this field. Axes flew and Blades spun as the Bloodletters engaged in a wild bloodlust of decapitation and disembowelment, while the Blood Reaper and his knights crashed into the Orcs and begun their own battle of hate and anger.

Gobgut signaled the orcs to attack the khornate followers masses of boys with pikes and crossbows now counter-charged the chaos lines the hulking warlord bellowing as he hurtled for what was seeming to be their leader. The warlord was flanked by several trolls and numerous black orcs. The troll sized warlord at the center of this mass of bodies was heavily armored and wielding an extremely large sledge hammer and a tower shield. From the distance they were at it was difficult to tell if their were any weak areas in their armor. The orcish spider veered off course from the chaos forces and marched for the town to crush and scatter those in it's way.

Blood Reaper ignored the gesture and swung his Axe against the charging Orcs, decapitating five with a swift swing and crushing several underfoot, the Juggernauts also ignore the Orcs, madly gorging and crushing the advancing Orcs with their hove's and horns.

The Hydra-conduit darts amongst the orcish ranks, dismembering those foolish enough to get close to it with its talon and sword. A troll behind him vomits a great stream of vile toxins and filth at the conduit, but it simply laughts as if in a shower of rain, before spinning round and severing the creatures legs at the knees, then cutting its head clean off with a flick of a barbed talon. Messily executing several brutish orcs in his way, the conduit starts moving towards Blood Reaper.

The warlord continued his pursuit of Blood Reaper now following behind the chaos leader gaining ground with his immense muscle.

Tyranic Rips off his helm and lets it fall to the floor, his dessacated shrunken head now fully visible, but the baleful light that glows there is undimmed. Marta moves forwards heavily, but swiftly catching the Undead warriors blade on his own and marvelling at the mystic strength of the bag of bones, Tyranic held the blades for a moment, interested how the warriors had similar strength, before angling his so that Swala's began to slide off. Tyranic struck for the undead warrior's chest.

"Come Orc! Be the first War Lord of a new Waagh to fell my Axes bite!"

Mounted atop Espilon, Blood Reaper charges towards the Orc, cutting down two large Trolls with quick strike and laughing madly as he dived into combat.....

With an inky blast, the Hydra-conduit materialises on the back of a large troll, taken by surprise, the creature flails it thick arms, but to no avail, as the thing atop its head stabs its sword down into the creature's brain, killing it instantly. Laughing madly, it materialises again amongst a squad of Black orcs. Taking them by surprise, the thing kills four within two seconds, limbs and heads flying in every direction.

The warlord leaped at the chaos leader knocking him off of his steed

Reaper slams his Axe into the Orcs stomach and strikes his skull, leaving the green Titan dazed, and with another strike topples the Warboss and he prepares to land a decapitating strike while his rampaging mount leaves a trail of red and green paste behind its self.

The warlord opened his eyes from the blow and rapidly used his massive sheild to bash the chaos lord away from him. The warlord then picks himself up and grunts as he picks up his hammer and charges at the chaos lord.

With a burst of shadow, the conduit materialises on the warboss' back, laughing wildly as it tears into his back wih sword and claw.

I'm a herald, it's different from a Chaos lord.


Syrath begins another stuka bombing run on the War boss, diving down and sending a barrage of warp bolts into the Orc while Reaper slams his flamming axe into the shield.

The Hydra's conduit continues its relentless slashing into the gargantuan orc's back, but mid laugh, its eyes suddenly go vacant, the halo above it head dissipating instantly, and it falls to the ground completly unmoving and dead. As this takes place, the other green-halo'd creatures burst into a cloud of shadow, leaving the battlefield.

The warlord cared not for the wounds on his back. they would heal for that was almost all muscle there. The huge warlord smashed his hammer into the herald of chaos knocking him away then charged at him with the intent to crush the herald under his weight.

bLAAGH

-.- rlly?