ooc: WarpSpawned & GODSMACKED, cover your previous update in this one.
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Anon laughed at the sarcophagus bearing the trapped necron lord. It`s scream had resounded through the entire complex and undoubtedly had echoed above ground as well. Without Lakhi, Anon would be forced to...
No... He could feel it now. Lakhi`s power, her little piece of warp energy had empowered him. If he could just... almost...
YES! With a sickening sound like bones reshaping, leathery gargoylesque wings like those of a fury sprouted from his back... Excellent, no longer would Anon be reliant on one of his furies for transport. Spreading his new wings, he flapped.
With a leap he leaped into the air, following the great rent in the ground upwards and returning to the battlefield he had left only a short while ago. He surveyed the scene with mixed interest from his newly acquired vantage point. The necrons had gone, and there were far fewer furies than when he had left. It seemed his daemonic allies were more capable than he thought.
'FURIES, WITHDRAW!' Anon bellowed.
As the furies scattered and fled from the empowered servants of the gods below, Anon looked down as the daemons looked up one by one.
'Enough games!' Bonecrusher bellowed. 'Let`s end this fool`s errand now!'
The tetragon powered down with the need to protect the daemons from the necrons now past. Wyrdcaller and Bonecrusher still stood strong, but Caressela was a little worse for wear and Poxgiver had been close to death...
'Do it, Bonecrusher!' Wyrdcaller encouraged. 'Free me from servitude to him!'
'Hehehe...' He lowered himself to the ground as Bonecrusher advanced. 'Did you ever wonder why I called on you four specifically? Why it was you and not some other servant of Khorne? Another Lord of Change, Unclean one or Secret Keeper?'
Bonecrusher froze. It was not fear, but rather a paralyzing hatred. He knew what was coming.
A pouting look of despair came across Caressela`s normally petite face. They all knew. It had seemed strange, that Anon would so blatantly doublecross them all and expect to just walk away. It should have been obvious the moment he uttered Wyrdcaller`s true name back in the convene...
He knew them all by name... By True Name...
'Ytlayorforeyals!' Anon called. Bonecrusher fell to his knees in supplication, bellowing in fury all the while.
'Eramthginforevaew!' He called again, and Wyrdcaller similarly bowed against his will.
'Kradnirotcefni!' Poxgiver lowered himself to his hands and knees.
'Emerpusrecudes!' Anon laughed, and Caressela found herself shrinking to her knees...
'This isn`t fun anymore!' Caressela cried. 'I want to keep killing stuff!'
Anon took to the skies again, rising slowly and glaring down at them in contempt.
'Well, my four friends.' Anon addressed the Greater Daemons. 'It was fun, but I`m afraid you and your minions have outlived your purpose. Destroy them, then destroy yourselves!'
Without even a second glance, Anon turned and flew towards the skyline, barely a dozen surviving furies in tow...
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Gong`Alt and Tha`Aktos:
Poweless to disobey, Bonecrusher turns and advances towards you. Your gifts will be pushed to their limits as you fight for your very existence against your superior! You will both survive as Bonecrusher is forced to divide his attention between you. You will not attack each other. If you have any cohort surviving, they will perish in this fight. Bonecrusher is only slightly diminished in strength due to Vetis` decisions, so your fight will be a tough one...
Vetis and Korthose:
Wyrdcaller is furious at being forced to serve a lesser, but does not seem to care for your wellbeing. His attacks rain down relentlessly, your cohort is destroyed almost instantly and you are forced to rely on every nuance of skill just to survive. Wyrdcaller does not present any weaknesses. For the moment, you cannot fight back, your cohorts are picked off and killed one by one and all you can do is dodge and sometimes block his attacks.
Oon`Nu and Viralestopheles:
Poxgiver suffered horrendously at the hands of the furies due to Vetis` selfish decision to help his own first and his enemies last. Nonetheless, your superior is now forced to destroy you, though his efforts are less than prime. It is a tough fight, but the two of you will prevail. More specific parameters will be sent via PM.
You stand alone against your superior, the great mistress Caressela. She is somewhat injured due to the furies attacks and Vetis` slow efforts to rescue her. But that doesn`t stop her from trying to eviscerate you. She looks almost sad as she attacks, and you realize that the time for games has passed. You dodge and weave out of her attack range, but even injured Caressela is a fast opponent. Any cohort you have will be annihilated by her as you survive. You do not yet have an oppurtunity to counterattack.