The ground below his feet ruptured and split, the battlefield shook and the daemons and Sisters alike were distracted, if only for a moment from killing each other. Metal beings came forth from the cracks in to the earth and immediately begun to fire in all directions, the sister who had been hell bent on seeing Vetis fall only seconds before was now flayed alive by the green energy weapons of the metal beings. Necrons, Vetis believed they were called a nuisance is all they are in the galaxy and to his memory why they are here in the first place.
Vetis let shots fly into everything around him that wasn’t pink, purple or multi limbed, the bolt of Tzeentch made quick work of the Necron warriors taking arms and legs and even heads. Bits of metal and strange alien wiring flew through the air and lay scattered on the earth. Yet more were coming, growing in number and strength it would not be long before they regroup and strike back, how long would he be able to keep this up?
Luckily the answer came to him, Vetis felt his every fiber tremble as it was infused with power and the sorcery that coursed through his body now became not just a direction of Tzeentchs will but a part of himself. The effects were devastating he no longer even had to focus to cast his fires it simply jumped from his hands and destroyed the Necron attackers at will.
More and more came, but more and more fell as Lighting split out from Vetis’s being and took whole chunks from the warriors, metal bodies lay dead by the dozen and Vetis stood immobile in the middle of it, Cackling at the power he was unleashing.
As much as he was enjoying the situation it was time to make like a moral and flee, no matter how much he unloaded into the oncoming Necrons they didn’t let up and it would not be long before he was overrun. Leaving his two remaining minions to cover his retreat he ran to the safety of Wrydcaller.
Vetis let shots fly into everything around him that wasn’t pink, purple or multi limbed, the bolt of Tzeentch made quick work of the Necron warriors taking arms and legs and even heads. Bits of metal and strange alien wiring flew through the air and lay scattered on the earth. Yet more were coming, growing in number and strength it would not be long before they regroup and strike back, how long would he be able to keep this up?
Luckily the answer came to him, Vetis felt his every fiber tremble as it was infused with power and the sorcery that coursed through his body now became not just a direction of Tzeentchs will but a part of himself. The effects were devastating he no longer even had to focus to cast his fires it simply jumped from his hands and destroyed the Necron attackers at will.
More and more came, but more and more fell as Lighting split out from Vetis’s being and took whole chunks from the warriors, metal bodies lay dead by the dozen and Vetis stood immobile in the middle of it, Cackling at the power he was unleashing.
As much as he was enjoying the situation it was time to make like a moral and flee, no matter how much he unloaded into the oncoming Necrons they didn’t let up and it would not be long before he was overrun. Leaving his two remaining minions to cover his retreat he ran to the safety of Wrydcaller.