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OK dakkalads, here's how it works:

* Special characters from the 40k universe engage in 1-on-1 gladiatorial combat.
* You post the outcome of the battles.
* The outcome of a battle is decided by the first poster to post on it.
* Each poster may only post the outcome of ONE battle!

There are 16 participants. They are divided into 4 groups. Firstly, a round of battles leaves 2 survivors in each group.
Then, another round leaves one survivor from each group who then proceed to the semi-finals. The semis will leave
2 characters alive who then participate in a final deathmatch. Here are the groups:

GROUP A: Commissar Yarrick, Farseer Taldeer, Old One Eye, Kayvaan Shrike

GROUP B: Ursarkar Creed, Roboute Guilliman, Mad Dok Grotsnik, Master Shaper Anghkor Prok

GROUP C: Sly Marbo, Leman Russ, Farseer Eldrad, Sister Alicia Dominica

GROUP D: Sanguinus, Ghazghkull Mag Uruk Thraka, Commander Farsight, Asdrubael Vect

Battle reports and graphic descriptions welcome.

Moving to Games and Fiction.

Ursarker Creed, Lord Castellan of the mighty Cadia, protector of the one stable route into the Eye of Terror, a man single-handedly responsible for stopping Chaos incursion time after time, was sitting at a small table in a square, drinking a cup of tea. As he sipped the potent brew of spices, a figure was approaching quietly. Rowboat Gillyman, Primarch of the Ultramarines, author of the codex astartes, the super-man that almost plunged the galaxy into a second civil war, was silently creeping up on the hapless human. Years of training, augmented by super-human grace, dexterity, and reflexes made the astartes practically undetectable. Against any lesser prey, Rowboat would have been able to assassinate the target before the target even realized an eight-foot tall blue behemoth was behind it. Yet, Creed was no ordinary man. Creed was special. As Rowboat crouched behind a lamp post not ten feet from the Cadian, he was certain that he would taste victory in just a few sweet seconds. Then, he heard a noise reminiscent of a hundred Razorbacks accelerating. Puzzled, the primarch peaked his head around the lamp post and was blinded by headlights. Crouching behind the lamp post, sat a trio of Baneblade super-heavy tanks. The foresight and cunning that would have been required to hide these metal testaments to the Empire of Man's might astounded the primarch. Suddenly, the lead tank zoomed forward, crushing the leader of the Ultramarines. The last thought to pass through Gillyman's mind was relief that his father's realm was under the protection of this tactical genius.

Ursarker Creed vs Roboute Guilliman
Winner: Ursarker Creed!

HELL YES!
Rowboat Gillyman has been pulverised by a Baneblade! CREEEEDDD advances to the 2nd round of the Group stage

And it seems as if play has been delayed due to bad weather... or something. Anyone out there want 2 help me with this s**t? All you have 2 do is say: X vs Y = X wins. Please?

I'll keep doing 'em if you want. Course, all the primarchs are going to die gory, gory deaths.

Sister Alicia Dominica closed her eyes and prayed to the Emperor for guidance. Alone in the nave of the temple, she begged the Emperor for forgiveness...

Earlier...

"Onwards!" yelled Leman Russ to his troops as they stormed towards the hab-block. The Primarch was a glorious sight, arrayed in his armour, wearing the pelt of a great wolf. He and his troops disappeared inside the building to destroy the cultists infesting it.

Across the battlefield

Sister Alicia saw the Chaos flag waving from the roof of a hab block. "Let's wipe those scum off of the face of this planet" she said to her advisors.
"as you wish" came the reply.

Seconds later, the massive Exorcist Battery she had under her control, one hundred of the deadly tanks, unleashed their fiery payload on the hab block, utterly destroying it and leaving a huge crater, still invisible under the holy firestorm that was still engulfing the area.

"And that," said Alicia "is the proper way to punish traitors".



Eldrad defeats Leman Russ!

Bravo, I did not see that coming.

Just as planned.

Whoohoo! I love U guys

Leman Russ meets an ignoble end, his charred remains a tasty reminder of fate's cruelty. 2 down, 14 to go

PS yes Rusty Knight, GO GO GO!

comander farsight charges at the ork warboss with the fury of the vior'la, sparks fly as blade meets klaw, bullets meet armor and shield meets face.
after hours of combat the ork warboss has lost his limbs but comtinues to live, farsight decides to strike the final blow using his own strength, anger and fury.
he exits his battlesuit, grabs his trusty blade and stabs the ork through his neck, sending a spray of blood in every direction, staining his armor and that of his battlesuit.
he returns to his suit victorious with only one thought on his mind

"damn, i am not cleaning this mess, where's the drones when you need them"

and with that thought he returns to the fight, with dawn blade and plasma rifle in hand to defeat the other combatants.

OK fine, Farsight kills Ghazghkull in glorious close combat! That leaves Sanguinus to face Vect in Group D! So much fun!

hey, can i ask a question? who is Master Shaper Anghkor Prok ?

I saw him on the Wikipedia Tau page. He's supposed to be some kind of awesome Kroot

Go on, Shas'O, you know you wanna...

Glancing around with its single good eye, the massive barnacled carnifex known as Old One Eye meandered down an imperial street. Eleven days ago the orbiting hive fleet had been attacked and chased away from Kyrol VII, leaving a large number of Tyranid organisms without the support of the hive mind. As their guiding intelligence had left them, the lesser creatures fell upon each other in an orgy of violence. Those that survived, as well as many of the larger Tyranid organisms went into a state of hibernation underground. At last, only Old One Eye was left awake. Turning its massive head, the great cyclops caught a weak scent of flesh. Moving as stealthily as its great bulk would allow, it began to track the scent.
---
Farseer Taldeer reached out with her mind in an attempt to find the relic. Several centuries ago, imperial archaelogical teams located an ancient Eldar tomb. The monkeigh had appropriated a staff from the tomb. For nearly three hundred years, the humans had held the artifact. While the Eldar wished to seize the artifact and return it to its rightful home, they could not commit to a full-scale invasion just for it. One day, Farseer Taldeer sensed an oppurtunity to retrieve the relic. See foresaw that the Imperium would drive off the Great Devourer, leaving a small window of oppurtunity to seize the artifact before the Imperium could return. The psyker quickly assembled a team and departed for Kyrol VII. Now, she and her hand selected team of eight aspect warriors were travelling down street in one of the monkeigh cities. Taldeer was slowly but surely tracking the psychic signature of the artifact. Just as a great beast was slowly but surely tracking them.
---
Old One Eye could finally see its prey. A two hundred meters ahead of it, nine figures were standing in front of a statue of some human riding a horse. Clasped in the statue's hand, the Eldar artifact staff glowed with power. Even from this distance, Old One Eye could dully sense the raw energy of the warp radiating from the staff. Somewhere deep in its brain, the beast hesitated, unsure of how to respond. Then, one of the small figures by the statue raised its arm and the staff flashed with power. The bright light, and following psychic lash, pained the carnifex, and with a roar, it began lumbering towards the Eldar.
---
They had found it. The monkeigh, in their ignorance, had placed the staff of long dead Farseer Tyreal in a statue. Now, Taldeer had to divine a method of removing the rod from its stony prison without harming the relic. Raising her arm, she reached out towards the staff through the warp. This seemed to set off some type of ward, as the staff lashed out at her with both a mental assault and a blinding flash. All nine of the Eldar were momentarily disabled when they first heard the roar. Blinking rapidly, an exarch of the Howling Banshee temple looked up. She could barely see the outline of an great monster rushing towards her. Determined to stop it from harming the seer, the Banshee rushed forward, yelling a warcry as she went.
---
If the behemoth heard the warcry, it did not notice. A creme colored figure in front of it slashed at one of its claws. Barely feeling the scratch, the beast flicked a talon at the Eldar. Still dazed by the flash, the exarch was unable to completely dodge the blow, and a glancing blow from a creature as large as a carnifex is still lethal. The Eldar fell to ground, softly cursing before losing consciousness.
---
Taldeer straightened just in time to watch Old One Eye dispatch the Howling Banshee. As she reached out for the warp, ready to attempt to fry the big bug, the Dire Avenger exarch she brought turned towards her. "Quickly, you must flee," he urged "We'll hold off the beast for as long as we can. You must make it back to the craftworld!" While she wished to stay with her warriors, Taldeer trusted them implicitly, so she did as they urged. As she ran, she heard a sizzling blast, followed by a mighty bellow.
---
To be continued...

Mad Dok Grotsnik walked through a forest surounded by his ork guards, one by one they were picked off by an unknown assailant, untill only the doc was left.
a shot bounces off his blades, and he charges at the source, there is nothing there, unknown to him Master Shaper Anghkor Prok was using his chamelion skin to blend into his suroundings.
and shot went off, this time hitting the doc in the arm, doc charges at the tree knocking it over, bu the shots continue,
with every shot the doc losses strength until, finaly, the doc gives up, he waits for his opponent to show him self, he does.
Master Shaper Anghkor Prok walks out from behind a tree, his kroot staff across his back and his legendary dagger in one hand, he slowly walks towards the ork with not hatred but with a strange calmness in his eyes, he raises the dagger above his head, and just before he strikes the killing blow, he says five words.

"your strength, shall be mine"

he said those words with such anger and furiocity that it was like the words themselves killed him. and with that final blow through the doc's chest the shaper had won.
he has earned the right to gain the orks strength, his feast has began.

Excellentness! Superkroot cannibalises da Mad Dok, leaving CREED and the shaper to duke it out for a place in the semi's.
Meanwhile, GROUP A is heating up! Let's hope Old One Eye isn't into tentacle rape!

the tau shall prevail

Orky-Kowboy wrote:Excellentness! Superkroot cannibalises da Mad Dok, leaving CREED and the shaper to duke it out for a place in the semi's.
Meanwhile, GROUP A is heating up! Let's hope Old One Eye isn't into tentacle rape!

I've finished that fight twice, only to have my browser swallow up the edit. I'll finish it, but it won't be as long as I originally planned.

Three Eldar exarchs slowly walked around the Imperial square. Against all odds they had dispatched Old One Eye, a beast who's mythical tales of endurance had spread even amongst the craftworlds. In a move of sheer luck, the Reaper Missle Launcher of the Dark Reaper exarch managed to detonate a gas line. The resulting explosion not only blew off the entire right half of the carnifex's body, it also blasted the statue grasping the relic to pieces. Luckily, the staff was unharmed, although still clutched in the stony grasp of a monkeigh. Collecting the spirit stones of their fallen comrades, the trio took the staff and began the trek back to their ship.
---
The stench of burnt flesh permeated the square, yet their was no scent of decay. While the brain and most of the organ systems of Old One Eye were shut down, the beast's legendary regenerative powers slowly rectified that issue. After nearly an hour of lying in rubble, the beast shuddered then breathed in a long gasping, wheezing breath. After another hour, Old One Eye rose. Casting about with its head, it picked the trail of its prey up again. Quickly, it lurched forward, intent on pursuing some primordial sense of revenge.
---
Their ship was finally ready to launch. The Fire Dragon and Dark Reaper exarchs were examining the relic, attempting to determine a method of cutting away th stone without damaging the spear. The Dire Avenger exarch and Taldeer were running pre-flight procedures, including monitoring the several Imperial Nazy vessels in orbit. Seeming to reach a conclusion, the Fire Dragon exarch pulled out a small fusion pistol. Sensing apprehension, Taldeer spun around. With a cry, she wrenched the pistol out of the exarch's grasp. "Have you gone mad?" she thundered "we cannot damage the artifact!" The Dire Avenger exarch had turned around to watch.
---
By now, the beast was almost entirely whole again. Its single good eye widened when it came within visual distance of the wraithbone ship, and a vestigal sense of joy filled the creature. Opting not to roar this time, Old One Eye burst into a rapid charge, determined on catching its prey. As it approached, it saw that all of the occupants of the shuttle were turned away, all looking at something and arguing.
---
Exasperated, the Dire Avenger exarch turned back to the console. His blood ran cold as he watched Old One Eye close the last couple of feet to the viewing screen. With a deafening crash, a giant claw punched through the ship's hull, gutting the blue exarch. The other three eldar spun around, watching as Old One Eye clawed its way through the hull of the ship. The Fire Dragon exarch picked its fusion pistol off the ground and took aim at the tyranid, but at just that moment, Old One Eye sliced through the plasma feed for the vessel's Star Cannons. The entire interior of the ship was covered in a fiery conflagration. The blast was exceptionally short, but the concussive force was more than enough to kill the last three eldar on Kyrol XII.
---
With a mewling groan, Old One Eye clawed its way out of the wraithbone remains. It would take a while to repair the burns on the outer surface of its body, but it could rest undergroung until that time. When the time came to hunt again, it would be prepared.
Fight: Taldeer vs. Old One Eye
Winner: Old One Eye

If noone else wants to, I'll do a Sanguinius vs Vect fight this afternoon.

the tau combatants are waiting patiantly for their turn.

Incoming Yarrick versus Shrike.

Also, Shas, Creed eagerly awaits his turn as well. *evil laughter*

Kayvaan Shrike hunkered down atop the building, using the battlements to shield his armoured bulk from the approaching tank. From this vantage point he could see the Ork heads, now rotted to skulls, adorning the vehicle's surface. Yarrick's transport, he knew. Readying the Raven's Talons, Kayvaan chuckled to himself at the thought of Yarrick wondering where the Orks he had received a message about were...

Sebastian Yarrick watched from the hilltop behind which a medusa battery hid as his personal tank rumbled into danger. He knew that one of his enemies, possibly a surviving lackey of Herman von Strab, wanted him to think that this planet was infested with Orks, and possibly even contained Thraka himself. Oh, there must be some orks on this wretched planet, but surely not a full WAAAGH!. However, Yarrick had come, hoping to trap his hunter. Though his bionic eye, he watched the Leman Russ he had named 'Fortress of Arrogance II' approach the small settlement, his three Medusa tanks ready to fire.

The tank was almost to his building, Kayvaan activated his communicator and called to his devastators. "Disable it, but spare those inside". Moments later, blazing las-fire seared through the tank's treads, then a third blast sheared through the barrel and the heavy stubber. Two short bursts later, and the tank was useless, unable to move or fire. Now he'll have to fight on my terms Chuckled Shrike. Suddenly, his superhuman hearing picked up the distant WHUMPF of heavy artillery. "Marines, pull out of the settlement and find cover." he said breathlessly into his communicator, then revved his jump pack to life, screaming into the air to get a better view.

As Shrike rose, he spotted the Medusa shells screaming towards the city. He flew upwards after them, and met them at the top of their arc. As they hung in the air for a moment, before gravity flung them downwards, he saw his chance. He grabbed the first two shells in his hand and flung them directly towards the immobilized Leman Russ. The third was already falling, and he raced after it, his Jump Pack screaming in protest. Only a hundred meters from the ground he caught the shell and pulled up, flying upwards chased by the twin explosions that destroyed the Fortress of Arrogance II. Holding his shell, he grimly sped towards the hill sheltering the artillery that had fired it.

Yarrick's eyes opened wide with fear. Space Marines?. Yarrick had never fought such a foe, but eagerly awaited the challenge. He yelled into his communicator "Send in V27 and V28 to my position. Target the Raven Guard marines". He hoped that the vendettas with their veteran cargo would arrive in time, but he feared it would not be so. Especially as he watched a squad of Assault Marines take flight from the battered settlement below. "Hydra squadron IV, be on the alert, multiple jump troops approaching".

Kayvaan circled, cradling his deadly payload, until his Assault Marines reached him. Together, they flew onwards to find out what foes were behind the hill. As they came into sight of the Medusa tanks, Kayvaan grinned at how little force his opponent had brought. With a deadly smile he hurled the last artillery shell straight into the centre Medusa. As it exploded, he and his marines plunged down to assault the lone Comissar. "Captain, new targets approaching" the marine beside him said, indicating two Vendettas screaming in from the east. At the same time, three hidden Hydras began firing their AA guns at the marines. "Pull off from the Comissar. Engage the hydras. I will stop the Vendettas." he said, and the marines pulled out of their deadly dive to face those new threats.

The assault marines raced towards the hydras, zigging and zagging to avoid the deadly slugs. Occasionally, when one was hit, they would falter and break formation, but their blessed armour so far absorbed all the hits. Kayvaan, however, had no time to think of them, as he raced head on towards the Vendettas. Lascannon fire crackled through the air around him as he artfully dodged the attacks. One shot, having missed Shrike, lanced into a surviving Medusa, destroying it and sending Comissar Yarrick flying.

Suddenly, Shrike was upon the Vendettas, close enough to see the fear in the pilot's eyes. Lightning claws extended, he ripped straight through the cockpit, trusting to their energy fields and his arcane armour to keep him safe. His body was pummeled and battered as his claws ripped through plasteel, flesh, metal, cables, support struts, the passengers, and finally the tail of the Vendetta. Kayvaan struggled to regain control of his flight as the Vendetta fell into two pieces, having been sliced in two by his passage. However, he had slowed enough that the passengers of the second Vendetta were able to rain plasma fire on him from the side hatches. A searing blast destroyed his right hand claw, and he was forced to seek cover on the ground.

Meanwhile, the assault marines had just watched the final Hydra succumb to their Krak grenades. Two of their number were down. One from a round that had pierced his helmet, and another who had lost his jumppack to the withering fire and fell, the weight of his armour breaking his legs. He would survive, but was out of the fight. Suddenly, Lascannon fire from the surviving Vendetta lanced into the group, causing the surviving marines to take to the sky to engage it. In the whirling chaos that followed, lascannons and plasma shots from the Imperial Guard vehicle and passengers slew all of the assault marines but one, who blasted into the passenger compartment and fought the Veterans hand to hand. The battle shook the Vendetta, which began losing altitude. Finally, a plasma gunner in a panic, fired his laspistol into his plasma gun's ammo source, causing a blazing explosion that tore the Vendetta apart.

Yarrick watch in dismay as his last troops fell, and turned to face the direction where the Captain had fallen. "I know you're out there." he said conversationally, using his bionic eye to look through the underbrush to where Shrike was hiding, biding his time. "I've faced my own death many times, and I'll face it again willingly.". Realizing the Shrike couldn't be baited out, Yarrick turned, as if he didn't know where the Marine was hiding.

Shrike burst from the brush that had concealed him with a scream of rage for his fallen brothers, his lone remaining lightning claw aimed for Yarrick's heart. Yarrick spun, having been prepared for this, and turned his body to allow his force field to deflect the blow. As Shrike's claw slipped off the face of the force field, Yarrick snipped with his looted claw, and it sheared through the beautiful lightning claw of his foe.

Recovering quickly, Shrike lashed out with a foot that sent the stubborn comissar flying. Revving his jump pack, he flew forwards and grabbed the comissar in a punishing bear hug, trapping the Power Klaw behind Yarrick's back. "Now you die an ignoble death" whispered Shrike, and took to the sky. Flying upwards with Yarrick still trapped in his arms. Up, up, and up they flew, Shrike trying to get as much height as possible before dropping Yarrick to the ground. Seeing his chance, Yarrick activated his last line of defence, the laser in his bionic eye.

With a searing heat the laser reached the fuel tanks of Shrike's jump pack and ignited it. Immediately the two battling heroes were engulfed in flames, locked together as they tumbled through the air, each trying to make it on top of the other. Their swift, aerial battle moved too fast for the eye to see, and suddenly the flaming, smoking mass slammed into the ground.


The dust swirled and hid the landing sight of the two warring titans. Slowly, the smoke and dust cleared to find Yarrick lying on top of Shrike, his Power Klaw having crushed Shrike's head, in spite of Yarrick's broken arms. With a shuddering cough, Yarrick's Iron Will drew breath into his battered lungs, and he opened his eyes. He took a moment to master the pain that coursed through his broken body, then spoke into his communicator. "Mission successful, requesting immediate evac. No other survivors."

Eenkredibol! Gratuitous! Awesome!

The battle for GROUP A takes an interesting turn as Yarrick and Old One Eye square up for a scrap!

All I can say is: MORE (and I wish I could do this professionally - it fun)!

hey can some one tell me the rankings so far?
i got conused as to whos still in the deathmatch

OK

GROUP A: Yarrick + Old One Eye
GROUP B: Creed + Prok
GROUP C: Sister Alicia, next battle is Sly Marbo vs Eldrad
GROUP D: Farsight, next battle is Sanguinus vs Vect

Place yer bets...

(Disclaimer: I'm not up to snuff on DE lore, so if I horribly butcher the mannerisms of Vect, please point them out)
Asdrubael Vect sighed as he watched his personal guard of Incubi execute a women and he child. The defenders of this town had put up next to no resistance, and withouta struggle, what was the point? At least he could take a few back to Commorragh and feed their souls to the dark queen. He silently ascended to the command pulpit of his own personal raider and motioned to his Incubi to take the rest of the prisoners with them. His pilot readied to the craft to return to their landing vessel as the Incubi-CRACK. The pilot's head exploded in a gory mess. Spinning towards the direction of the shot, the Incubi moved between their master and the unknown assailant. As their keen eyes scanned the settlement, a steady stream of blasts began slamming into the Raiders shields from the other direction. Their attackers were clear this time. Hunkered in a treeline was a quartet of red Space Marines. Their Heavy Bolters were uncapable of damaging the craft's arcane shields, but they did serve their most important purpose of drawing the Eldar's attention. Only one of the Incubi noticed the group of five scouts charging from inside of a small house. As he began to yell a warning, the Scout Sergenats bolt pistol put a high explosive round into the eye socket of the xenos's Tormentor Helm. This quite easily garnered the attention of the pirates, who quickly turned and engaged the scouts. The scouts managed to board the vessel, but they were quickly cut down until only the Sergeant remained. The grizzled veteran was missing his lower mandible, which had been replaced by a vox box. This paragon of the astartes had fought the enemies of the Emperor for nearly seven hundred long years, but today was the last time he would be able to spill blood with his own hands. Parrying a swift cut to his face with his combat knife, he punched one Incubi in the face hard enough to crumple the eldar's helm. A second Incubi was nearly blown in half as a trio of bolts lodged in its stomach. As fast as a snake, the sergeant was slowly incapacitating the entire retinue of Incubi. The Heavy Bolters had ceased their heavy rythm as their wielders watched the duel on the Raider. With a savage grunt, made all the more barbaric by the metallic tone of the vox box, the sergeant stabbed one of the eldar in the back. The sergeant's head fell to the ground at the same time as the Incubi's body. Grinning, Asdrubael Vect licked the blood off his Punisher. Savoring the taste of a true foe, Vect ordered his retinue to assume control of the Raider and hunt down the devastators in the forest. Vect himself jumped lightly off the craft, eager to hunt down the sniper that had killed his pilot. Five minutes later, Vect spotted a flash of red armor. With a woop, he charged after the glimpse. Rounding a corner, the pirate came to a complete halt. Standing before him in shining armor of gold with angellic wings rising above his back stood Sanguinus, Primarch of the Blood Angels. Beside the majestic man, the scout gaped flabbergastedly. Sanguinus was without helm, and appeared as surprised as the scout. In his mind, Sanguinus tried to understand where he was. The last thing the brother of Horus remembered was fighting the traitorus warmaster above Terra. Then searing pain, then this. Snarling, Vect decided to capitalize on this majestic figures appearance of confusion. To the scout, the xenos was a blur, moving far to fast to react. To Sanguinus, who had the memory of fighting the daemonically infused Horus still fresh on his mind, the eldar did not seem terribly fast. Drawing his gilded sword, the father of the Blood Angels knocked the Punisher from Vect's hands before stabbing the foul xenos throught the heart. As quickly as he had appeared, Sanguinus faded back into the warp, leaving the Scout stunned.
Primarch of the Blood Angels versus Asdrubael Vect
Winner: Sanguinus!

Next Fight: Sister Alicia versus Sly Marbo (Eldrad already fought (killed Russ))
With a mighty crunch, Sister Alicia's personal Immolator smashed through the remains of a downed Devilfish. The Tau, in their infinite greed and arrogance, had thought they could take this small isolated world. Unluckily for the blue skinned devils, two of the greatest heros of the Imperium were on the planet; Sister Alicia of the Adeptes Sororitas and SlyMarbo of the Catachen Jungle Fighters. A massive push had left the Imperium on the defensive, but the combined efforts of both heros had ground the combat to a stand-still. Now, the Imperium's counter-assault was pushing towards the Tau's landing zone. While it wasn't the only point that the Tau had landed at, this landing site was the lasrgest and Sister Alicia had dispatched the best saboteur in the galaxy to raise hell. Marbo's predations had left the xenos's drone networks down and, deprived of their aerial network of observers, the Tau were uncharacteristically slow to respond to the Imperial push. Sighting the first of the enemy, Sister Alicia's Immolator slowed and dropped the hatch. Leading by example, Sister Alicia jumped from her transport before it had even stopped moving. She moved away from the hatch towards cover, firing her bolter from the hip. The Fire Warriors that she was shooting at quickly pelted her with several pulse rounds, but her armor, and her faith, left her unscathed. Before the Tau could fire a second volley, an explosion tore the whole knife bonded squad to bloody azure ribbons. Yelling his thanks to the good sister for getting the Tau's attention, Marbo checked for survivors but found only saphire pulp. Beckoning with her arm, Alicia called the Catachan fighter over. Waving cheerily, Marbo turned and ran off, leaving the Battle Sister exasperated at the man's bravado and insubordination. With a quick oat to the Emperor, Sister Alicia gathered her squad and reentered her Immolator, eager to kill xenos in the name of the Emperor.
---Several Hours Later---
Dusk had fallen over the desolate ruins of the starport. The sight had seen a massive bombardment from the Tau before the xenos turned it into a landing zone. Now, the Imperium was blasting what little remained with massive Earthshaker cannons in an attempt to weaken the Tau before the Battle Sisters reached the area. In an effort to motivate his charges, Colonel Benito had promised all of his artillery crews a week of R&R if they could use all of their stockpile of ammunition. The men were frantically loading rounds into their cannons, sacrificing accuracy for expedience. Their final shell flew far off target. As the men cheered, the Colonel voxxed Sister Alicia that his men had done as she asked. The battle sister ordered a charge just as the final Earthshaker shell crashed into the ground, several miles from the starport. As luck would have it, the shell landed on a Hammerhead battle tank. The craft exploded, killing its sole living occupant. Guardman Marbo had seized the opportunity to commander a Tau vehicle, but now his luck had run out. As Marbo's corpse burned, Sister Alicia felt a terrible premonition. Shuddering, she suppressed the feeling, eager to bring fire and death to the Emperor's enemies.

Edit- Paragraphs are for the weak.

Very nice, Rusty. I heartily approve.

It is tough to come up with ways that battles with primarchs can be made more even, isn't it?

Also, I like the continuation of the story of Alicia.

And here's the remaining fights.


GROUP A: Yarrick Vs Old One Eye
GROUP B: Creed Vs Prok
GROUP C: Sister Alicia Vs Eldrad Ulthran
GROUP D: Farsight Vs Sanguinius


Can I toss out a recommendation to do one fight at a time? I know it speeds things up, but it's nice to have more opportunities for other posters. (Pssst, if you're reading this, hop right in!)

creed walked through one of the many cities he has reduced to rubble, all of which have faced the full fury of his tatical genius and his legions of guardmen.
he spots movement in a ruin, it instantly disappears in a smoke screen made from the hail of basilisk shells and other armorments, he continued walking down the road, only to be stopped by a squad of kroot mercenaries, creed just stood there and watched as the heavy weapon teams he posted in the buildings opened fire on them cutting down every last one of them.
but creed knew this was a distraction for a sneak attack, he swung his blade behind him, it connected with flesh, he turned around to see who was trying to beat his tatical genius, he saw a kroot shaper with the muscular tone of an ork, and the sword was stuck in the shapers gut.
creed exspected his foe to fall to the ground, dead, but a master shaper isn't a foe to be taken lightly, becuase of the ork he feasted on earlier, he has gained amazing strength, in one quick move, the shaper picked up creed, tore the blade out of his gut and into creeds throat, it was over in seconds.
the only thing that was said was a short phrase "your genius will be mine" and thus, the kroot gained another piece of DNA to asimilate. creed legendary hero of the imperium and defender of the cadian gate, had lost and everywhere the people of the emperors realm mourned the loss of such an amazing commander, his tatical genius has been lost, but will continue to be used by the master shaper. PROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOK

NO! Superstrong tactical genius Space Chicken defeats CREEEED! And Rusty's tales of Supergore? MORE!
There can be only one...