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*merric spits in the daemon's face, and then his blade is once again, in one final attempt, sliicing through air particles toward the daemon, it's point directed at the monster's heart.*

O ZOG! *he exclaims, as they fire right back at him, and he ducks right down behind the rubble. But those "speshul" rounds just wouldn't leave him alone, as they go right through it, riddles him with wounds, and just leaves a burning mess where he was.

Crazygit's having none of that, as he kept himself far away from him, as he radio ins the rest of the Orks.*
Ey, gits! 'Dere's some mureens fer ya over 'ere! Why don't ye move your asses an 'ELP ME!

We're lootin' roight now, boss! *the nob on the other end replies, with obvious rustling in the background.* 'E found a shack viw' lotsa guns an' stuff, just near where yer at!

Guns an' stuff? *the Mek asks, as he has a good idea what that shack is.* Say, is 'dere a few Glowey Gunz 'n stuff in 'dere?

Yeh, one o' tha gits fried a grot wiv it! Shou sum glowey goo at 'im, an' tha lil bugga burnt up gud!

'Den get 'dem owt! Dere moight be sum fun comin fo' ya!

The Keeper of Secrets laughed whilst she squeezed the Terminator, she used both claws now on both sides of his waist, squeezing, cracking armour, slicing flesh. Soon the Terminator would be in two pieces on the floor and she would be laughing over them.

Merric thrust the sword into the Keeper of Secrets' heart and it squealed in agony. Laurella felt the blade pierce her corrupted flesh and she rejoiced. She felt the Daemon's presence on this material plane waver, and she knew that soon it would depart and drag her with it to 'She Who Thirsts'. She felt her self being sucked away from her flesh, away from life.... she expected at any moment to be consumed.... but then she realized. Merric had stabbed the Daemon with her witchblade in which she had enlaid an empty spirit stone. She was not being sucked to the warp, but into the handle of her blade. She wasn't in any sense, 'alive', but she had not been consumed and now she was part of her own weapon.

The Daemon screamed one final time before flashing out of existence, taking what remained of Laurella's body with her, but the Witch-blade clattered to the floor containing her immortal soul. Only a Bonesinger could bring her out of this existence, but it didn't matter, it was better than the alternative. She only hoped that Merric had survived the encounter; she had no senses with which to see or hear what happened around the blade.

*merric fell to the ground, exhausted beyond anything he had ever known*
The Daemon was gone. Gone! He had destroyed the thing that held laurella. But with it he had killed herself.
*the witch-blade seemed... Alive, and the gem in it's handle glowed with an unnatural glow. He stood, pain washing through his body, But he gripped the sword, and a flood of what can only be described as positivity washed through him. All but ignoring the carnage around him, he clipped the plasma cannon back to his arm and stumbled away, toward the building where lukas now attempted to rouse Avicus to consciousness*

The massive beast surged from the ruins where once stood a place of healing, ash and dust floating in the air around him, Ry'leth wincing with pain on every step of the massive beast, The pathfinder began to travel a safe distance (from both stomping and slime) back, in his hand the broken half of his drone.

Spotting the destroyed kan, the fading body of the demon, and the warring marines, he realized he missed another massive engagement, but also sensed it was awesome...

"Disappointing..."

*Gitstompa and his lads immediately starts setting up in the Armory they just looted, with a few of the boys gleeful with new shiny gunz in their hands, most of which are Plasma guns. But Gitstompa himself kept his Big Shoota, as he doesn't exactly trust those 'umie weapons, especially not after one of those guns blew up in one of the boy's hands.

And Crazygit carefully sneaks back to his Dread to see if it can be repaired, but with the Tau-like gits that's shown up, he quickly ducks his head again in the rubble.* Zoggin' gits, ye betta not touch Scrappa.

Karnus and the Plague Marines had not engaged in the main fight, for they deemed the Iron Warriors more than capable of soaking up any damage the loyalists could throw at them at this point. Instead, they circled around and took up favourable firing positions nearby. As soon as the Daemon was destroyed, Karnus would have grinned if he was able to (For Nurgle has little love for Slaanesh), but his distended jaw prevented any such show of emotion.

Instead, they aim down the sights of their bolters, their helmets feeding them targeting data and bullet trajectories as they line up perfect shots against the Honds of Loken. Well aware that Power Armour is capable of resisting direct bolter fire, they intend to use the considerable concussion of the impacts to 'lock down' the Hounds, thus allowing the Iron Warriors to advance, also hoping to hit any weak spots where the Bolts can pass through.

'Iron Brethren, we will cover your advance... Charge!...'

Karnus gives the word and the Plague Marines open fire, a storm of high-explosive Zombie Plague-infected shells flying towards the Space Marines.

Rage is an Emotion unlocked in many ways. Annoyance, loss, simple hatred.
*as merric aimed his plasma cannon at the plague marines above, and as a bolt of plasma arched from the barrel, all of these surged through him.
Annoyance at this planet, loss of the who had been, if briefly, a very valued companion and quite possibly Avicus, and hatred for the bastards that had led to it all. Merric wanted them dead, no, dead was to weak a word, destroyed. that was a better word.
He draped the rags that remained of the farseer's elegant robes around the grip of the blade, and held the sword tightly, it would not end here, but some one would.*

The Plague Marines quickly drop down from their positions, barely escaping the blast radius- though brother Marus' left leg armour was scorched- and continue firing, intent on not giving the loyalists the opportunity to retaliate.

Another 10 minutes of thunderous running later and the Ultramarines are just across the street from the armory... to see it looted by the Orks. Morris snarls and balls his fists. "To see our prize be stolen by this filth... It fills me with so much holy rage I might cleave the entire damned planet in half. Your orders, Sergeant?", he asks. "They have Plasma weaponry by the dozens. We will not last long in such a fire fight. Perhaps we can get this weaponry to fullfill our intended purpose", Kade replies. Brother Sergeant Kade fires on the Orks as do his battle brothers. Though their shots are quite precise given that they are near constantly drilled on how to accurately fire a bolter they do not intend to kill the Orks. Instead, after taking a few pot shots Kade shouts, "The Orks are stupid, cowardly and couldn't hit the side of a Titan even if they were three feet away". Would this ploy to get the Orks to give chase work? Hopefully. The Ultramarines turn around and run back towards the ruined Medicae center.

*bolts hit merric's armour in a dozen places, and he quickly returns his helmet. The iron warriors are a significant distance away, well out of range, the administration is practically behind him, and the plague marines to the front-right. He slowly back peddle, and another blast of plasma heads to the plague marines.*

Slowly but surely, the Iron Warriors advanced, making sure to remain in cover, while the Plague Marines above opened fire on the loyalist. Though he was still out of range, the Iron Warriors raised their weapons as their Captain uttered a challenge towards the lone Astartes.

"Face me, weakling! Stop running, and face your enemies in a true battle!"

*And the Orks happily shoots back at them, but to the surprise of the Orks (and perhaps the marines as well), the Plasma guns in the uncaring Ork hands overheats, and gets dropped, and a few of them even explodes. But the rest of the propa-gunnary ones with their Shootas keeps shooting, and Gitstompa, after he's fired at least dozens of bullets at them, finally realizes the marine's plans (or so he thinks).*

OY! 'DEM GITS AR' RUNNIN'! LED'S GET 'EM!

*And with that, the remaining Lootas storms forward, with most of them grabbing the Plasma Guns that overheated (even those that got destroyed), while a few still stays back, just to enjoy the rest of the loot in the Armory.*

As fast as they can run the Space Marines retreat towards the Medicae center knowing full well what an entire Ork mob armed with Plasma guns can do. "Do you think we'll get any of those Plasma Guns once this is over?", Donis asks. "I wouldn't count on it", Kade says, "Plasma Guns are dangerous technology that requires practice to master. Even then you may still feel their bite. Orks are not practiced in any sense of the word". Once they actually reach the Medicae center the Ultramarines go into the corridor, enter another room that is not exposed and shuts the door. Hopefully their little trick worked and the Orks would engage the Chaos Marines which would be a much more obvious target for them. If not, well.. it was going to be bloody.

The Plasma Cannon shot explodes near the feet of brother Samuas, sending him flying. He lands heavily, his massive bulk smashing through rockcrete and debris. His HUD glows red, displaying various containment breaches and system overloads. Despite the furious intensity of the Plasma Shot, Marines are made of stern stuff indeed and Samuas gets to his feet, smoke rising from various parts on his armour, some areas even glowing red-hot, but he returns to the fight and concentrates fire on the large Plasma Cannon, attempting to get a shot into the oversized barrel.

*And of course, as soon as the Orks spots the rest of the conflict, particularly the exchange between the Marines and the Spikey gits, they start to wander towards that and cheer. But Gitsplitta would have none of it, as he bellows at the other Orks.*

QWIT GOOGLIN' an' git in 'dat buildin'!

*Most of them does what he says, and hurriedly runs towards the medical bay, with a few (or rather, most) of them firing at the other marines in hopes that it'll hit them at all. But predictably, the door seems to be shut off for the Orks to just bash through. But luckily for them, Gitsplitta is a smart Nob, and simply uses his Power Klaw to rip into it, and split it open.*

READY OR NOT, 'ERE WE ARE!

Damn, Kade thought, These Orks are less predictable than he thought. Kade fires his combi-melta straight into the Ork. The rest of the Space Marines fire their Bolters in the crowd of Orks knowing full well what would happen if they got in. Morris tosses a Frag Grenade into the pack to thin it out some.

*That Melta-shot did take a toll of Gitsplitta, as he now has lost his good shooty arm! And without care for the rest of the Boyz, he charges into the marine that zogged his arm, and swings his claw to crush his juices out!

And the rest of the Orks just charges in towards the marines, firing off their Shootas and Plasma Guns, again with the Plasmas overheating. But this time, they get used as clubs by those that actually gets close enough, which is to say not that many.*

Merit is done with this place. He is leaving, now.
*he opens a link on the general vox*
{merric} "to the bastard brothers, to the traitor scum, to the xenos monsters. You will all die here, and I will not be your executioner. I am leaving now. Follow me if you wish, but if you do, you will die." * merric turns around, and lukas emerges from the building, holding Avicus up, the group begins to walk, careful down the street, the space port visible in the distance. They start to jog, knowing that they are surely faster then the warp-corrupt chaos terminators, if by a fraction. They were sprinting now, and merric was ready to vent his fury on anything, anything that got in his way.*

Kade is unable to do anything about the power claw. He is smacked into the wall of the building which causes it to develop large cracks. The Ultramarines picks up his fallen Bolter and fires his remaining Dragonfire Ammunition. The other Ultramarines fire their Boltguns into the oncoming Ork tide still using Dragonfire rounds. All except for Morris. Unknown to the other Ultras Morris has taken a Plasma Gun shot chest. Molten hot ceramite drips down onto the ground from this wound. He falls to his knees, clutches his chest and falls flat onto the ground. His body goes into shock, his organs swell and the spark of life leaves him. This poor Astartes is now with the Emperor.

Coward. Cowards. All the loyalists were cowards. The hated Ultramarines who ran away, and ran back, fleeing from an Ork mob now attacking them, and the other loyalists, too. The lone loyalist had denied his challenge twice now. Twice, damnit! And now they were running away, again. The weakling coward had even announced it over the vox. The fool. The Space Port was filled with Tyranids, and they were wounded. They couldn't leave. Gavriel laughed as he watched them jogging away, and decided to follow them, opening a vox-link with his Plague Marine brethren.

"The Ultramarines are done for, they're stuck in the ruins of the medicae, and the other loyalists are leaving. Our terminator armour is too slow to stop them from reaching the spaceport, but you will be fast enough. Chase them, and stop them from reaching the Space Port. Once they are stuck, we will arrive and cut them down."

*Gitsplitta's getting madder and madder, as his body gets riddled with fiery bolts, but the Klaw keeps clenching him, right until it clenches halfway through. But with the fire from the bolt rounds spreading, and the general condition he's in, he throws the marine at his brothers, before he tips down on the ground, as the fire spreads and burns the corpse.

And the few boyz that's left keeps chopping at them with their knives, guns and overheated Plasma weaponry.*

Space Marines are tough. Absurdly tough. Kade somehow lived through that attack despite blood pouring from the wounds. The wounds seal themselves thanks to his implants but he is still very hurt. His display flashes red with multiple warning signs indicating his power armor is in a bad way. His battle brothers draw their knives to go to grips with these Orks. Donis sweeps the feet of the nearest Ork out with a leg and tries to stab him with another. Leo tries to stab an Ork through the top of his head before he can do anything and Calkir stabs the Ork's arm in an attempt to loosen the Plasma Gun from his grip.

*The first Ork gets his leg swept easily because Orks are rather clumsy in the first place, but another one comes right behind him, and chops an axe at his shoulder.
The second Ork tried to club the marine's head, but was a bit too slow, so the knife stabs him first, whereas the last one keeps a good grip on the gun, and stabs his own knife into the area of the neck.*

The Plague Marines do not hesitate a second and do as the Iron Warriors say, breaking into a full sprint as they chase after the running loyalists.

''I will NOT be Ignored!'' Xillian snarled. She whipped around to Koth, ''I give up! Use the damned supplies, i don't care if we need them for the Space Travel.'' Koth agreed with hesitation, those supplies where their life line if they made it to space, and to waste them on a Harlequin? He sighed inwardly as he unhooked the supply bag from his magna-clamp.

''Yes Archon, shall i give him a hot meal as well?'' Xillian's eyes could kill, and even the Incubus flinched. ''Watch your tongue if you wish to keep it. Harlequin, thank you for what you have told me. My friend here will fix you up, but at our great expense, remember that. I am going to drive my Huskblade through that Terminators eyes, I will meet you at the space port soon. DO. NOT. LEAVE. WITHOUT. ME.''

Xillian sprang, practically ripping the Blast Pistol from the Harlequins shaky grasp as the Incubus lay him flat and began applying sealant onto the Harlequins wounds. The Harlequin screamed as his skin reknit. Xillian was off, Murder on her Brain, A sword in her hand and nothing, nothing would get in her way.

The knife enters Calkir's neck. The Ultramarine attempts to kick the Ork in the gut. Donis turns around, draws his bolt pistol and fires on the Ork attacker. The Ork's axe makes a light scratch damaging the Chapter Symbol. Leo takes out his bolt pistol and tried to pick off a few Orks at range.

*The knife gets twisted inside, as the kick knocks the air out of the Ork.
The other Ork grabs hold of Donis' head, as he chops the axe into him again, while another Ork behind him gets his head turned into mush by Leo's shot.
But that didn't stop the last two to get to Leo, except one of them dies by his shots.*

Calkir winces in pain as the knife is twisted. Blood trickles from the wound, a message warns that his suit has been breached and he is dealt a not so minor wound. Still, an Astartes was quite tough in form and could take such injuries. Calkir takes out his Bolter, which had been magnetically bonded with his armor, and fires the last two rounds into the Ork. He pops out the magazine and loads in another still filled with Dragonfire rounds. Donis's armor system indicates that his comms system is damaged by the blow. His head reels from the axe swing but the power armor holds. He hefts his boltgun and attempts to club the Ork with it. Leo attempts to knee the Ork in his gut. If successful, he would also bring his bolt pistol down onto his head.

*The remaining Orks gets slain by the bolter rounds, except the one getting clobbed with a bolter, who keeps chopping away at Donis.*