Shelwe was breathing heavily, barely able to stand. I must finish this!
He spit on the ground and rose to his feet. Climbing to the top of the mound of human bodies, his eyes scanned the battlefield. The skull mask on his face hid the great pain and exhaustion he was feeling, while the rest of him was covered by the blood-stained bulky Aspect Armor of his temple. Spotting more human cultists in the distance he aimed his Reaper Launcher and pressed down the trigger, unleashing a barrage of tiny anti-personnel missiles at the enemy.
As he gunned them down he saw a large figure standing behind them, a chainblade in hand and twisted Power Armor seared into his skin.
A Chaos Raptor!
Shelwe stopped his fire and switched to heavier ammunition, but before he could re-aim his launcher, the marine kicked off the ground and surged upwards, landing hard next to the Eldar.
"Destroyer!" Shelwe called out, heaving his great weapon. The Raptor roared and slashed wide, breaking the Reaper gun in half. "I can already taste your blood," the marine said, mocking Shelwe. The Eldar dropped his gun and unsheathed his knife, but not soon enough to guard himself against the Raptor's blade.
Shelwe fell to the ground, a gaping wound on his chest. The marine laughed maniacally and stepped forward. He aimed his bolt pistol at Shelwe's head.
"Enough!" The sound of the Exarch's voice echoed across the battlefield. Shelwe blinked in amazement as the dirt, the blood, the wound on his chest and even his wear gear faded away. In their place appeared the familiar cold wraithbone of the craftworld.
Shelwe stood up, still breathing heavily, and straightened his robes. The clean white cloth was a stark contrast to the stained dark armor he was just wearing. Even after so many years in the Dark Reapers Temple, his psyche was still not used to the realism of the simulated battles.
The Exarch examined his warriors with a stern look in his eyes. A Dark Reaper always fought from a great distance from his foes, and this training was designed to show them their limitations in close combat. Still, Shelwe could not help feel he should have done much better. The look from his master and the roughness of his tone told him the Exarch thought the same.
"Don your armor and put on your masks, warriors," the Exarch said. "We leave for the Council Chambers."
Shelwe saluted and did as he was ordered. He felt much slower with his real armor on, which disturbed him greatly, but he felt so safe in it he couldn't help but ponder whether a chainblade could really cut through it.
Taking his Reaper Launcher in both hands, he moved closer to his Exarch, and followed him out.
They reached the War Council Chambers after a few minutes walk, seeing as their temple was the closest to the central dome. The warriors took their place and stood at attention as the Exarch moved forward to stand on his dais.
Shelwe tilted his head slightly towards one of the entrances to the Chambers, waiting to see who would arrive next.