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Edited by Alpha-007:
6/14/2016 3:00:18 PM
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[b]A single flash of light blinks within the confines of the BloodWrath's hull, and a single four-armed entity falls out
He held his abdomen and passed out, whitish energy pouring from a wound, like the sun was pouring from the gape in his gut
He woke up, and groggily bandaged his body, and picked up his gun, the flames of it licking the barrel as he walked deeper into the ship
His Dual Shock Swords buzzed with arc, like bees awaiting a target, his pistols holstered at his side
His gauntlets were glowing with navy blue energy, occasionally crackling with it, and he looked around with his four eyes, looking for anyone alive[/b]
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[spoiler]hmm...should I dick around with this guy with my Inquisitor or Eldar?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I will kick your xenophobic ass[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]He's not really xenophobic. He just dislikes most Xenos due to one of his Inquisitor buddies finding a Ordo Xenos member in bed with a Tau.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]then don't shoot[/spoiler]
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The ship around him was less than inviting, and that's an understatement. Rusty walls, dried up blood, creaking noises and the conztant sensation of being watched are but a few of the horrors that surrounded him. A nauseating feeling seeped up on him.
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[b]He growled and pumped the handle on his Shrapnel launcher, continuing forward at a slowed pace, still holding his abdomen with a lower arm[/b]
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The ship emitted eerie noises every so often, this mysterious stranger would have to stay on his guard if he was to survive this strange environment...
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[b]He kept an eye out, his constant ((almost instinctual)) paranoia keeping him alert, and he pulled out ether seeds and the eye of a servitor, and replenished his ether[/b]
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Unbeknownst to the man, he was being stalked... by what? Who knows... but the Daemonic Being closed in, slowly, the ignorance of its prey entertaining to it.
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[b]He turned his head ever so slightly, stopping[/b] [i]"Come out, come out........Graxian knows when he is hunted...."[/i] [spoiler]*insert I am no man*[/spoiler]
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In the darkness of the ship, all Graxian could see were glowing orange eyes in the darkness.
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[i]"One outcast to another, close your eyes..."[/i]
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A flaming sword materialized in the being's hand, lighting up the room... the being was redskinned and horrific to look at, a pure embodiment of rage. It stepped forward, approaching Graxian.
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[b]He fired a burst of five, the flaming scrap shredding the beings insides up as it pierced his skin, and he screeches only in that way fallen could[/b]
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The Skin of the Daemon was much tougher than what the fallen had anticipated. The shrapnel struck against its skin, leaving seared marks, but not piercing through. It seems the pain only made the beast stronger, angrier as it leapt at incredible speeds unto the Fallen, swinging it's flaming sword at him.
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[b]He used his teleporter and drew two shock pistols, firing the pure energy into the back of his neck, the arc crackling as it discharged [/b]
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The lightning stormed around the Daemons body, dancing upon its skin. In a flash movement, it pursued it's swing all the way around, cutting into the fallen. The fiery blade set the Fallen's skin momentarily ablaze, in a flash of incredible pain. Fighting this enemy up close was a dure death.
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[b]He teleporter away, grabbing a Wire Rifle, and firing once before teleporting again, clearly trying to run[/b]
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A wall of flames opened in his path, and a strange magic blocked his teleportation. He was trapped there with the Demon... surely this was the end. Well, for the Daemon, that is. The beast reeled back and screeched, but it was suddenly interrupted. It pushed an inqusitive scream as suddenly, two pairs of three claws bursted through its chest, lifting it in the air then splitting it in two halves. The two halves bled for a moment before catching ablaze, disappearing in a puf of unholy fire.
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[b]He roared and screeched at this, and got ready for another fight as he raised the weapon again with determination[/b]
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Before him stood a woman clad in carapace armour. Her helmet descended steeply down onto her face, covering it. On her arms were ornate, golden power claws, with two stormbolters strapped to them. In her left hand she held a plasma pistol. The Tempestor Prime had come to save this stranger's life. [spoiler]I suggest reading her bio for information.[/spoiler] [i]"Lower your weapons. I am not your enemy on this day."[/i]
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[i]"what of the next day?"[/i]
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[i]"That all depends on your actions. This place... one cannot survive on their own. My base offers safe haven to all those that wish it. As long as you don't attempt anything against us, we will provide refuge for you."[/i]
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[i]"I've met scam artists before, what makes you think I believe you?"[/i]
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[i]"Because I just saved your life when I could have chosen not to."[/i]
