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*altoug the fear grenade did absolutely nought to lukas armour, the krak grenade damaged his already ruined elbow, and his arm was hanging by bone and tendons.
He saw the other traitor disappearing behind some rubble, and decided to return to Avicus.*
{Avicus} "Come on! Some one come try and get me, I've got twenty round and any one's name could be on them!"
*merric's stomach armour buckled, non-essential servos deactivating and inches of armour barely protecting his
Internal organs. He shouted in pain, to cover the yelp that almost escaped his lips, and stumbled back, his sword ready to strike. Suddenly his foot clipped something, and he ducked to retrieve lukas' stormshield. Now the fight would truly begin.*

While Merric ducked to pick up the storm shield, Rorke was already prepared to strike again. He smashed again with his powerfist, while also holding his bolter ready. Should the loyalist be quick enough to get the storm shield between the powerfist and his head, Rorke could easily poise the gun behind it and put a few bolt rounds through his opponent's head.

Torador, meanwhile had taken cover, and reached for a long dead body. He had always been a lot more... zealous than his fellow Iron Warriors, and had secretly read the Book of Lorgar many times. He began sticking his ritual knife inside, and muttered an unholy chant to the warp...

*the shield was up, and merric skided a half meter back by the force of the power-fist blow. The traitor was about to shoot merric, when he was distracted by a small hail of bolts and an outraged yelling of
{Avicus} "BASTARD!"
*merric Rose and slammed the stormshield into rourke's front, sure the action would do nought, but needing the chance to position his sword to take the traitor's arm off.*

Rorke looked at the shouting weakling that had deemed it appropriate to shoot at him, before returning his attention to Merric. Merric slammed the Storm Shield against him, but before the loyalist could pull his arm back with the shield, it was within Rorke's powerfist. Raising his boltgun once again, he pulled at the Storm Shield, hoping it would pull it out of Merric's hands, and throw the Hound of Loken on the ground.

Torador, in the meantime, continued with his ritual. He felt a power rise within him, and thought he could hear faint whispering.

*merric felt his arm being wrenched, and twisted, his arm came out of the handle, and merric kicked the fool, whacking him in the face again with the stormsheild, and then nearly over-loaded his leg servos as he kicked again. And then his blade forced through the back of the stormshield, into the flesh behind it.*
*Avicus was quite happy with his latest acheivment, and lean't back against his pile of rubble. He wound have to thank the eldar when she turned up, his chest was fully healed. Where was she, he wondered.*

Rorke grinned within his helmet as he felt a swordtip puncture through the inside of his power fist. The fist was still operational and far from hampered. Blood clotted around the wound the blade had caused, and Rorke grabbed the sword with his power fist before it could be pulled back.

"Nice sword you have there. Nice gem inlaid in it, too. I wonder what would happen if I crush it, do you not?"

He began closing his fist around the blade in order to deatroy it, while aiming his bolter at the Astartes' head, ready to pull the trigger would he move.

Torador heard the whispers grow louder and louder, and his own speech joined the voices. The voices became louder and louder, until they were chanting. Torador was sure that the others could hear them now, too. He looked back at the body after scanning the surroundings for the Glacier Serpents - he couldn't see them from where he was - and he grinned as the body spasmed. Soon.

{merric} "No!"
* it was at that point that lukas decided to whack the enemy terminator in the side of the face with his thunder hammer from behind. both combatants had been to embroiled in their own fight to noticed the chaos space marine screaming, let alone lukas.*

Rorke roared in pain as he was struck by the Thunder Hammer. His reflexes made his power fist clench together, and he felt the blade shatter into pieces before he fel on the ground. Before anyone could do anything, he rose, once again showing the remarkable speed he had within terminator armor. He lunged with his fist at Merric, while opening fire at his assailant, roaring.

Torador rose as the no-longer-whispers grew ever louder. As he stood up, he felt strange new senses. He felt the need to spit on the ground, and he did so. He saw that, despite wearing his helmet, something came out. It was not his saliva. It was pure acid. And it had come from him. Or his helmet. It took a moment before he noticed that those were one now. Skin and armor were one. He looked at his arms, mighty flesh and armor combined with warp-weapons. Yes. he thought, but the thought was not his own. A tear streamed down from his eyes, nay, lenses. A tear made from bile. Torador cried. He had been truly blessef by the gods! Torador shouted out in happiness, the sound so loud it could turn normal men deaf. Butcher them. We must feed! said the thought that was not his. Torador smiled, a final tear rolling down from his helmet, before he gave in to the primal instinct that he now had, his entire body a weapon, leaping towards the wounded fleshling.

*merric fell to his knees, sorrow streaming from the sword and into himself, immobilising him. Lukas swung again, smashing once more into the chaOs brute's head, and then smashing it into his chest.*
*Avicus found a horrid, thing, staring down at him.*
{Avicus} "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?"
*Avicus didn't wait for an answer and fired his storm Bolter*

Rorke blocked the Thunder Hammer aimed for his head with his Power Fist, but fel to the ground. He "rolled" aside for the second blow. He stood up again while firing at Merric, who had fallen to his knees. He readied his power fist again, and smashed into Lukas.

Torador stared at the fleshling, before it opened fire. He somehow evaded several of the rounds, though he realised that wasn't him, but his new self. His right , now melded with a bolt pistol and sword, lurged at the fleshling while from his mouth/helmet came a stream of vomit, burning through whatever it touched.

*lukas' cry of pain awoke metric from the strAnge trance he had entered.
He stood, and was punching the traitor, and lukas had his thunder hammer, from both sides, they attacked him, rage flooded through merric, and he saw his fist was actuely denting the armour.
Unbeknowenst to any of them, laurella's spirit stone still shone bright, sitting in the small pile of blade shards and rags*
*Avicus shouted in pain as acid started to melt his flesh, and then he was holdin a chainsword away from his flesh, the teeth raging.*
{Avicus} "YOU BASTARD! YOU, YOU ARE NOT GOING TO KILL ME!"
*he started kicking at the thing with all his might, and felt the flesh-metal retreating some what.*

Rorke was having some trouble fighting two experienced Astartes at once, but he had done this before, and he would not fall. The chain-bayonet attached to his bolter activated, and he duelled both at once. He would not give in, and he would kill them.

Torador stood up again, and the mouthpiece of his helmet split aside in razor teeth as he roared. His right arm swung towards his prey again, and he - or his other he? - jumped onto the Space Marine, his head moving towards the other's. It was feeding time. He spit acid into the fleshling's face, and he bit, tearing at the flesh-face while his arm continued hacking at his prey.

*rage. Rage. Rage is what drove merric's fist. He punched the combi-bolter out of rouke's hand, an then he was there's. Laurella would be avenged, even if she would now spend eternity tortured ((or so he thought )) he would kill this bastard, and he, Avicus, and lukas would get off this planet.*
*he roared, a primal, rage-filled sound, and punched at the same place he had a dozen times now. The armour buckled. Lukas fell to the ground, the armour of his chest crushed by blows from the enmey's power fist.*
*Avicus felt his flesh melting, being torn. He felt himself slipping away, and hoped that merric would make it off world*

Rorke grunted as his bolter was smashed out of his hand, and noticed the hole that was starting to form in his armor. He saw how the one he had been attacking with his power fist was falling to the ground. Rorke broke one of the lengthy horns from his helmets and threw it at the Hound that had fallen onto the ground, and turned towards Merric.
Torador roared in joy, his helm-mouth covered in blood and flesh. He stabbed his chainsword-arm into the place where he knew an Astartes primary heart was located, and bit once again, intent on tearing the fleshling's head off.

*the horn punctured lukas, and blood spurted from his Leg. Merric punched again and again, intent on ripping the traitorous bastard apart. His fist finally found flesh.*

Rorke grunted in anger and frustration as Merric punched into his side. His right leg sank to the ground to support the other half of his body, and to make him remain standing. He reached for Merric's neck with his (regular) fist, intent on strangling him.

Torador bit deep in the fleshling's neck, but before he could tear it off, he got distracted. He spat acid onto Avicus' face once more, before turning towards the fleshling that would be slightly better prey. He leapt towards the impaled man, his left arm, the one with which his bolter was mended, opening fire before he reached him. Torador gleefully hacked at the man with his sword-arm, before picking the man up, and roaring.

*merric grabbed the arm, twisted and pulled. The bone snapped.
Merric roared again and he rammed his fist into the bastards side, felt his hand puncture flesh, withdrew, punched again.*
*lukas flailed his thunder hammer at his attacker, but only managed to land one solid hit*

The Iron Warrior roared in pain and rage. He felt one of his bones snap, but he would not fall. Not before all of the loyalists lay dead. He swung with his other arm, with the power fist, at Merric.

Torador grunted as the Thunder Hammer hit him in the side, but he was not distracted by it. He spit out an enormous wave of bile on Lukas' face, the toxic substance slowly dripping to the ground. His sword-hand-arm lunged at the hand that had been carrying the Thunder Hammer with one clean cut, intent on off Lukas' hand.

*Merric was beyond feeling the pain of the power fist grazing his side, he knew one thing, and one thing only. That he, Avicus and lukas were going to escape this planet.
He punched again and again and again, his fist squelching insid elf the traitor's chest and through his ribs and deeper.*
*lukas' flailing arm was no easy tArget, and he managed to clip the sword-Arm with his thunder hammer before the melting of his helmet outer layer blinded him.*

Rorke fell on both of his knees as the pain increased. He threw off his helmet and waited until the loyalist approached to strike.

Torador yanked his sword-arm free, and headed for the hand with his mouth-helmet, tearing at its flesh like he had at Avicus' throat, while plunging his sword at Lukas' throat, his other arm shooting in Merric's direction.

*merric stomped on the power-fist hand, hearing it crack. He looked the bastard in the eye. And then his foot propelled toward rourke's face, and a bolt minted off his shoulder.*
*lukas screamed out in pain as his hand was ruined, and his thunder hammer dropped loudly to the ground.*

Rorke lurched forward, evading Merric's foot, trying to tackle him and crush him with his weight, and smashing his head in with the remaibs of his power fist.

Torador, satisfied with what he had... made of Lukas' hand, jumped for his throat, and began ravaging it with his razor teeth.

*merric was done wit this fight. He felt the broken power fist hit his side. And Tyne he raised both arms, and was raining fists into his opponents face, hopefully turning bone, tooth, flesh, eyes, all to mush. *

*lukas howled as razor teeth closed in on his neck, but just as the mutant... Thing was about to eat him, two bolts exploded in it's chest, and lukas fell to the ground*
"LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING, UGLY ASSED WARP GAK MONSTER, I HAVE BEEN PUSHED OUT OF A SPACE SHIP, AND YOU THINK YOU CAN KILL ME? PAH!"
*Avicus 'stood' or rather half sat half leaned against a pile of rubble, his face like that of a burn victim, except his eyes, those same blue eyes still shone from the scary tissue of his face. The storm bolter bucked again and again, and shots smashed into the warp-spawn*
*lukas used the distraction, and with no working arms, decided to take a leaf from merric's book, he kicked at the monster as bolts exploded in it's flesh*

Roight, ye betta not steal anythin' 'dat I didn't see, got it?
*Crazygit just had to say that to the git following him, before he busts open the door to the building where the Farseer and the Guardsman holds up, unknowing of their presence as they start looking around for loot.*

In one final act of defiance, Rorke hit Merric one last time before falling onto the ground.

Torador, meanwhile, stood up as bolt rounds exploded against his chest. He felt the beast within rage at this, and his sword swung towards both of Lukas' legs, seeking to cut those off, too, before stepping backwards. His chest tore itself open from within in one large maw, and he found that his left hand returned to normal. His helmet-face and the newly opened maw began chanting as his hand reached a ritual dagger, all the while stepping back. He readied the dagger, and cited the words the Daemon within whispered to him, the newly initiated ritual almost complete...

"Autarch, there are Or-", the Farseer says breaking out his trance. "I know, Farseer. I think all of us know. If that is what you have been attempting to divine then I am starting to doubt your capabilities as a seer", she says. The Farseer laughs, "Well, Li'sai, I am getting long in the tooth. I cannot see into the future quite as well as I could when I was young. Sergeant, if you would be so kind, hand me your Autogun", he asks. Sergeant Tross raises an eyebrow at the Eldar's request but complies with it anyway. The Farseer takes the gun and walks down a short flight of steps. The Autarch and Exarch follow him. Li'sai knew the Farseer to have his... oddities but to use the weaponry of the Mon'keigh? This is just unbecoming of the venerable Farseer.

"There are fewer stratagems of war more time tested, more reliable and more simple than the application of overwhelming firepower. The Orks themselves refer to this as "Dakka" and are quite good at it. Now, Autarch, witness such a stratagem being employed by a master", the Farseer says. He shoulders the Heavy Repeating Autogun, walks along the wall to the corner, casts guide upon himself and his squad and opens up on the Orks with a flurry of armor penetrating bullets. These rounds are considerably accurate since they are guided by the Farseer and his power.

*Crazygit himself found a room that looks valuable with loot, whereas the other Ork stays out to find anything else around, leaving him completely exposed to the Autogun fire that suddenly bursts up, shredding his back with little effort as he swings around, swinging his shoota around with the trigger pulled, and dies with bullets gone straight into the head.

And Crazygit of course hears the commotion, and backs into cover in the shed.* Oh zoggin' 'eck! 'Ere did 'dose come from!?

"Crude, loud and filthy. Yet effective. Here is your weapon, Sergeant", the Farseer says handing it back. "You should clean it when you get the chance. A weapon taken care of will take care of you", the older Eldar says. Li'sai draws her power sword. "Exarch, come with me. Farseer, you stay behind us so we can benefit from your spells. Joen, you take up the rear. Gun down any who would try to sneak up on us", the Autarch says. The Eldar and the human leave the corridor and start searching the building room by room.

*The problem for Crazygit now is that he can't exactly sneak out of the room, as the doorway leads right outside to them, and there's no windows at all.
But the good news for him is, that there's plenty of guns for him to quickly mess around with. So he does what a genious Ork Mek does in a desperate situation with grenade launchers and autoguns, and slams them together to one big gun, ready to point at the first git who comes through the door.*
COME GET ME, YA GROTS!

*And outside, the two surviving Kans makes their way to the building, as they run away from the bigger bugs chasing them.*
NONONO, ZOG OFF BUGZIES!
YA, DO WOT 'DAT GIT SAYS!

The Exarch had just walked into the room when she heard him shout out his thread. The Ork could get off a barrage from his shoota which would hurt the Exarch. However, Li'sai, Tross and the Farseer back up into the room as the Exarch falls to the ground. The Autarch primes a plasma grenades, tosses it into the room and waits for it to go off. Once it does she runs inside with her power sword in the room. With alien grace Li'sai would leap up into the air and bring her sword down onto the Ork's head.