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*The Kabalite's splinter rifles continue to ineffectually plink off Krump's armor*
*they really should have brought a bigger gun*
*The Archon is now stuck in the middle of an Ork sandwich, and swings at everyone near him with a huskblade, trusting in his shadowfield to keep him alive*

*the very beat up Raider falls to the ground with a "thump" and the few remaining crew and Kabalites on board who didn't get crushed hop off and proceed to puke violently*
*worst roller coaster ever*

*A third green light appears and spits out a large Ork wielding a comically large hammer and wearing black armour plates, with a Snotling on his right shoulder. The two creatures survey the spectacle in front of them, turn to eachother in confusion and nod. They scream "WAAAGH!" and jump into the fray, leading a sudden tide of Greenskins, vehicles and all, from the light*

OH NOW MY LADZ GET 'ERE! COME TO TRY FER DA TITLE ARE YA?

*Krump has finished with the Shootaz and stomps over to the charging black-plated Ork*

IZ 'AD JUST ABOUT ENUFF OF YAZ!

*The black-plated one barrels into Krump, and they begin wrestling in an ape-like, almost homoerotic, fashion. Meanwhile, Boyz, Nobz, Battlewagonz, Trukks, speedy contraptions without name, and a ludicrous amount of dakka fills the area*

*the insane amount of bullets in the air kill off most of the Kabalites bar a few, one who dives for cover behind a sturdy looking rock and gets her head down and seemingly disappears from view*
*the Archon gets kicked in the head by the black-plated Ork entirely on accident and stars begin circling around his head in comedic fashion*
*the Raider detonates with a subdued explosion, possibly maiming a few greenskins who are very close by*
*the other remaining Kabalites dive for cover behind whatever they can find that's close at hand*

*The green tide has descended into total anarchy, with their Boss(es) fighting for supremacy, and it's each Ork (and whoever he drags with him) for himself.
Only the earliest few Orks even noticed the Kabalites, leaving the rest to seek out vendettas, try their new weapons, reuse old weapons, gain some " 'spect round 'ere", and generally enjoy themselves.
Joyriders of all kinds, strapped to rockets, wheels, traks, or rocket-wheel-traks all kareen around shooting, crashing, shooting-crashing, and crashing-shooting.
Somehow there are even some ramshackle aircraft zooming around, dogfighting, dropping bombs, strafing, and threatening to crash into anything taller than a blade of grass*

*Krump and black-plate have developed into a standing fight, with black-plate's hammer's head caught in Krump's power klaw, and Krump's shoota firing everywhere as black-plate uses his spare hand to push it away*

*All the remaining Dark Eldar just have their heads down, as they've lost most of their taste for this battle*
*they do enjoy the pain that is wafting around the battlefield, but they by and large are just trying to not get curbstomped*

*somehow the Archon is still alive in all this and he pokes at Black Plate and Krump with his husk blade*

OOC: Sorry school got hectic.

*Athan returns to the room after a short retreat, thoroughly confused and tired to see yet more fighting besieging his new home

"No rest for the wicked, it would seem."

*Athan would notice a clusterfeth of Orks fighting each other, with random Dark Eldar Kabalites taking cover from the mass of bullets and fists and occasionally taking shots at the mass of Orks*

*Marla wakes up and looks round hearing a small war going on outside and ducks as a auto cannon sized round passed over her head, whizzing by a inch away*

*auto scenes flash a ton of warning runes and pick out a huge amount of movement, gunfire and more going on and sighs*

*Loads bolt pistol and checks her ammo count, grabbing a hand full of the apceptble ammo in Orks old ammo crate, a mix of kinds but all same size *

Sorry... I know this stuff ain't best.

*guts a ork with a sword in a dramatic fashion lopping it's head off and makes a break for a safer spot, nearer a large lake behind a thin woodland,*

*Krump's wrestling match with black-plate was rather rudely cut short when the Archon turned black-plate into a dried-out husk*

AWW WADDA YA DO THAT FOR? I WOZ ENJOYIN' MESELF!

*Krump swings his power klaw at the Archon, trying to pick him up*

*Shooting and stabbing at various Orks, dark eldar and anyone else seeming hostile to her*

So whose damn side are we on? Where's de quest... Is she safe?

*Swiftly spins decapitating one or more of the Orks before crushing a dark eldar skull with a mix of a quick spin quick down, and then dropping down and crushing there xeno skull with her foot*

*blocks a blow from another ork as several slugga shots hit her amour painfully, before giving the ork who did it a remodeled face with her sword*

Like... Who do I kill?

*helmet hides it partly but obvious to a trained ear she hurting from tanking mutiplenorknpistol shots to chest*

“Who do we kill? That’s not a question I’ve had to ask myself in a very long time.”

*Athan engages some of the Dark Eldar, thoroughly enjoying the challenge of a more close-combat oriented opponent

*The Dark Eldar prove to be decent combatants for Athan, as their speed lets them dodge a lot of blows, but they're still not as good of fighters as the veteran marine*
*most of them; however, are just trying to not get shot by the Ork civil war that's going on*
*The Archon's shadow field saves him from Krump's attack, although the blow was close enough that it is shorted out, revealing a tall and slender figure clad in ornate kabal armor*
*The Archon sneers at Krump and swings the husk blade at his face*
You think yourself a worthy opponent for me? Hardly. I will break you and haul your worthless carcass back to Commoragh! The Haemoncuoli will have fun testing your pain tolerance!

*DeQuest is busy dodging attacks from a stray Ork boy back in the Room*
*she's not bad at close combat for a human, but it's obvious that her injuries from prior days are paining her and slowing her down*
*she takes a rather nasty blow to the head from the pommel of a choppa, and her eyes go cross eyed as she drops like a puppet with it's strings cut*

*the portal in the forest crackles back to life again, and numerous jetbikes and cackling figures on sky boards come zooming through*
*Obviously one of the Kabalites made a call for help*

*Marla sighs and relised the massive war drawing more and more reinforcements towards the fight. *

*shoots down a dark eldar causing there head to explode rather dramatically*

Who do we kill first?

*is stuck in a CC fight against alot larger and faster enemies ans barely keeping up In 360 degree battle*

*Krump grins menacingly, giving a grating and unsettling laugh*

IZ THAT A PROMISE? HAHAHAHAAAA

*Krump roars into the cacophany of Orkish battle, somehow able to project his voice over the sound of gunfire and jet-engines*

AY, BOYZ! GUESS HOOZ BAK!

IZ GOT A LI'L SHOW FER YAZ, AND DEN... DEN WE'Z GOT SUM PANZEE-GITS TA SMASH!

*The Orks hear this deafening shout and drop their fighting, slowly crowding around Krump and the Archon until only a small circle of space was afforded them. Orks and contraptions of all heights and masses pressed in on the duel-to-be like a horde of excited schoolkids awaiting a punchup*

*Krump removes the tattered remains of his iron gob to better see the Archon*

I'Z GON' GIVE YOOZ A ROITE PROPA FOITE...

WAAAAAAGH!!!!!

*The Archon's sneer only seems to grow ever wider as Krump keeps talking*
You think you're actually going to win against me? I've massacred millions over the course of my life! I was slaying arrogant wretches like yourself while you were still stick in the primordial ooze that you call your genetics! I will make your death slow and agonizing, the better to savor like a fine wine!
*before he even finishes that sentence he raises his splinter pistol and fires a volley at Krump before lunging at him with an expert thrust of his husk blade*
*obviously a Dark Eldar Archon isn't going to play fair*

*the Reavers and Hellions edge ever closer to the Room, but seem to be taking their time for some reason*

*the remaining Kabalites are trying to do their best to regroup, but those who are still locked in combat with Room inhabitants are forced to stay in place in order to not die*
*there's only about 12 or so left alive*

*DeQuest is laying crumpled in a corner, half dead from the pummeling she's receiving from the Ork boy, who quickly gets bored with her unconsciousness and walks outside to watch his Boss kick the gak out of the Archon*

*

*Krump, being no Boy no more, tanks the splinters as they hit him right in the face and throws his shoota-arm forward to get in the way of the Archon's lunge, readying to follow up with another grab of his klaw*

*The Archon is mildly miffed that the searing poisons on his pistol's munititons seem to have no effect on Krump, but his sneer re-asserts itself and he throws a nearly blinding series of attacks at Krump*
*his blade can't really get through armor at all, but even glancing hits will be agonizing, as moisture is sucked out of the body through the blade*
*The Archon keeps a wary eye on the Power Klaw, as he know it'll snip him in half if he's not careful, but he's more concerned about being crushed by Krump's bulk so his attention wavers somewhat*

*Athan, through the chaos of battle is genuinely amused by the titanic battle between the ork and the Archon. He continues to engage the dark Eldar, cutting his way toward the webway portal.

“Now what have we here... just like on Terra, but with fewer bloodthirsters.”

*Marla too busy trying to fight whatever xenos hell bent on killing her that second and repaying up a tally but getting shot by a sluggish firing ork sized rounds hurts like hell and slowing her down abot*

Terra was never violated by deamons! That's chaos propaganda!

This ain't good!

*genuinely believes it, painfully grunts as forced to tank another oversized pistol slug randomly fired*

*chucks a melta bomb, a incidery and a frag grenade at the worst of fight and hopes one of those might take the fight out of all the xenos who seem to infest planet*

*Tries to make way to room*

*out of edge, several doom cultists spy the battle and see the pure soul limping slightly*

*several of there less reserved kind try to pick off a few with a sniper that has a multi eyed scope to adapt for there mad mutations*

*a group of Reavers zip behind the cultists and rip through them like a bloody hurricane*
*bladvanes slice a number of them in half, and many of those left are shot up by splinter rifles onboard the bikes*
*one cultist is snagged by an agonizer and is dragged along for about two dozen feet before he's dropped at high speed*

*A group of several Hellions zoom towards Athan, spitting splinter pod shots at him*
*several of them swoop down at him and slice at him with their pole arms before they attempt to break off and zoom away*

*The crowd of Orks is roaring with excitement, cheering on Krump as he shakes off dessicatory blow after dessicatory blow, his nonsensical Orkoid metabolism keeping parts of him alive that no longer have any right to be - such is the way of hyper-evolved fungi.*

YOUZ A PRETTY FAST ONE AIN'T YA, WELL IZ STILL TOO TUFF FER A PANZEE LIKE YAZ!

*Krump just keeps swinging his klaw to grab, and his shoota-arm to block or smash, relying on his endurance to see him through*

*The Archon is getting very very annoyed at Krump's inability to die, and his anger starts making him a bit sloppy*
*If Krump is paying enough attention he might be able to exploit the gaps in his defense that are starting to appear*
*the Archon snarls in anger*
BY THE MUSES, WHY WON'T YOU DO THE GALAXY A FAVOR, AND LAY DOWN AND BLEED TO DEATH!?!?!?
*he only narrowly dodges getting pulped by a power klaw hammer blow*

*Krump may be a good fighter, but he is both still rather dumb and easily distracted*

COZ IZ GOT BETTA FINGS TA DO YA STOOPID PANZEE, NOW GET IN MY KLAW!

*Major Thulsa watches from above curiously as they fight seeing so many energy and soul forms. The dark, rotten and decayed dark eldar. The hyper aggressive Orks, red and angry.

A golden light, it must be her. She was injured. Alas none others but him may claim that prize. A human, proud, defiant and a marine... With a heavy soul.. Too old than he liked *

*cultists can be replaced,*

*Marla staggers into room and tries to use it to cut off approaches, struggling slightly, her chest hurting like she got hit by a tank shell, senses dequest hurt but alive, just doing her best to evade taking more hits to a already aching body. *

Oh... How guards women and men survive...? I can barely in power Armour right now...

*vox's marine quietly and rather weaker than normal*
Blow the runes.... Blow the runes... Not critical... Just abit battered from glances.

*Armour is battered and marred by multiple nasty shots to chest plate mostly, the thick admantoum and cermitr though transmitting energy painfully into her mortal body*

*The Archon pauses to breath heavily*
Give me a minute would you? I haven't worked out this much in centuries...
*he's taking a bit of a breather*
*most of the Kabalites are dead by now, bar one who's keeping her head down and nope'ing this whole thing*

*DeQuest is currently unconscious on the floor after getting whaled on by an Ork Boy*
*surprisingly enough her injuries aren't much worse than they were yesterday, just with the addition of a concussion*

*the Reavers continue to pester the Cultists, reveling in the pain and suffering that they are causing*

* Jaeharl Feldorus Ghau, custodian warden of the Shadow Keepers shield host, walks up to the door of the room*

"Hmm. There seems to be a battle going on beyond this door" he thinks to himself,his trail of though broken by extreme amounts of munitions being spent, the metallic scrapes of metal and the sound of particularly poor low gothic being shouted.

"and from the sounds of it, a particularly vicious one at that. Still, I have an important task to attend to, and by he who sits on the golden throne it shall be done!"

Gripping his castellian axe in a defensive stance, he opens the door, ready for action at whatever or whoever lies beyond the threshold of the doorway.

*Marla sighs and places hand checking vitals, a handy ability taught by her former fiance and extra medical training*

Least your stable... *keeps pistol aimed at door and windows scanning for threats*

*Major is unimpressed by dark kin and makes the bodies explode in a mass of tentacles that swipe at the dark eldar*

*the major far away is extremely corrupted by chaos despite his mostly but deformed human form.

*the last remaining Kabalite sees the Custode enter the Room, and sneaks behind him, thinking to take cover in the relative safety of the Room*
*she's not familiar with the Custodes, so she has no real idea of the acuteness of their senses*

*the Reavers get wrecked by the tentacles, and they choose to get out of dodge and zoom away*

*DeQuest is out cold*

OOC:
Welcome to the Avatar Room. Have a complimentary plushie and watch out for the Snotling in the trashcan!

*Breathing heavily, Krump concedes the short break*

SO.

*Huff, puff*

WOT BRINGS YEW LOT 'ERE?

*the Archon takes several deep breaths*
Oh you know, the usual. Spread pain and suffering among the humans, bring slaves back to Commoragh. Look good while doing it. Plus one of our spies among the mon'keigh reported that the worshippers of the Dark Gods were seeking a "pure" soul here, and we decided to try to get rid of this "pure" soul just to screw them over and watch them suffer. Normal stuff ya'know?
*huff puff*