The Eye of Terror: The Labyrinthine Depths of Chaos (Part II)

[Veldanya Venalla]

The Seraphim watches as the combined attacks of the companions managed to crush the marines and injure the sorcerer....only to watch the sorcerer re-animate the crush suits of armor and heal himself with orbs of light.  He noted though that the suits of power armor were empty....no bodies resided within.  It would appear these marines (or more accurate automatons) rely on the sorceror for direction, and the sorcerer can use them to heal himself. 
                Jharm has little time to ponder this though as the marines open fire again.  He attempts to shield himself but a round manages to reach him before the shield appears, slamming into his leg as other "bullets" slam into the shield.  The armored form of the holy being collapses to the ground as pain tears through his body, the magical fire burning at his leg.  A quick heal manages to extinguish the magical flame and heal the wound slightly but he had to focus his power for something else.

Light grant me the power so this may succeed....

The Seraphim's mouth begins to move as chanting can suddenly be heard, softly at first but growing in volume until it sounds as if an entire choir of Seraph's are chanting a hymn to the Light.  At the same time one could almost swear that the faint images of three beings can be seen floating over the Seraphim, one a more masculine figure in white armor, a helm hiding his face and the other two appearing feminine, hoods hiding their faces.  The three figures extend a hand towards the prone soldier as light seems to flow between their hands and his body.  As the chanting reaches such a crescendo that it manages to overpower the sounds of the ongoing battle, the Seraphim ascends to one knee and places his hands on the ground. 
               Suddenly the chanting stops as light flows through Jharms body and down into the ground, glowing tendrils of light coursing through the ground, racing towards the feet of the Chaos Marines.  The tendrils are not intended for any real physical damage, for it is evident that the sorceror would just reanimate any fallen marines.  They are intended for something more direct.  Should they manage to pierce the Marines armor, they will attack the soul contained within the armored shell, attempting to purge the soul from within, leaving nothing but a hollow shell behind, or at least potentially weaken the soul allowing for his comrades to finish the job or reduce the healing effect the Sorceror may gain by absorbing them afterwards.

[Daccio]

Sepher's attack decimates the back half of the bridge, sending marines tumbling below as his companions tore into the rest. This is all they can muster? Sepher thought to himself as it seemed they were dropping one by one, but the sorcerer had some tricks up his sleeve, involving the glowing orange spheres. He seemed to cast some of his dark magics and the orange balls of energy zipped into the water.

The large Daemon growled as the Marines re-animated, the glowing orange spheres allowing them to come back, but also to heal the sorcerer.

Watching Jharm's attack seek out the Marines, it seemed that he had come to the same conclusion as Sepher about the Marines, so he decided to give Jharm a little breathing room with the Sorcerer.

Launching himself directly at the Sorcerer, Sepher dropped his defenses somewhat to focus all his energy into an all out attack. Bursts of Bronze energy flared out constantly at the sorcerer as the Daemon launched itself at the figure, madly tearing at the Sorcerer with every weapon available. Claws, teeth, Energy. The Daemon was so large that even its weight could pose a threat as he slammed into the figure, attempting to keep it from directing the Marines, or using them for other purposes.

[Cameron]

Cameron watches in annoyance as his companions battle wave after wave of 16-bit enemies. Kari and Karyl stand behind him, unsure of how to proceed. Karyl is the first person to speak up.

"So uh, do we just wade in and start punching guys? That seems like it might take a while, dude."

Cameron scowls.

"No. This is stupid. It's like this was specifically designed to waste our time. If only there was some way I could hack the system..."

Cameron quickly accesses the Starblade's computer system and is surprised when it connects. He thought he had been cut off from it by the Labyrinth. They must be closer to the top than he thought. He quickly discerns the type of code that is controlling this bizarre simulation... something called MUGEN. Accessing it, he sees that they are all currently set in "SOR Mode." After fooling with the code a bit, he discovers that he can change the code for each person. He quickly cycles through the different options until he sees one that he likes. He sets himself, Karyl, and Mary to "TOD Mode." The yellow HP bars disappear and a box with all three of their names appears underneath them. Next to each name are two values, one representing HP, and the other something called TP. Both sets of numbers are obnoxiously high.

And that's when the three elementals feel it. The pull of their blades. The other elemental blades have been drawn. Kari draws Luciandar in a flourish. Karyl has Cinthorc unsheathed in his right hand, still holding the neck of his guitar in the left. Cameron grabs the hilt of Valermos and pulls...

The sword comes partially out of it's sheath before grinding to a halt. Cameron frowns at the sudden resistance and looks down. He is astonished to see that he has partially drawn the wrong sword. Anathros, the earth blade, is still on his belt from when he took it from Tamrissa. Cameron is not an Earth elemental. By all accounts, he shouldn't have even been able to get the blade this far out of it's sheath. As if realizing this, the blade snaps back into it's sheath with an audible click. Cameron glances up at Kari and Karyl, who are both staring at him.

"Huh... oops."

Cameron reaches under Anathros and grabs the hilt of Valermos. The fire blade slips from it's sheath easily, sending raw power coursing through him. Cameron turns his attention back to the task at hand.

"Okay. Let's see what this "TOS Mode" can do."

Cameron lunges forward. As he does so, a text box above his head switches from "Auto" to Semi-Auto" and then quickly to "Manual." Cameron begins rushing from enemy to enemy. Flames surround the blade Valermos as it strikes home again and again. Each enemy struck has the number "9999" appear over their head before they explode into pixels. Attacks repeatedly land on Cameron, but each one only registers a "1" above Cameron's head. He barely registers the attacks landing.  He continues cutting into his enemies, dismantling them quickly.

Karyl sits back, watching Cameron rampage through bikers and thugs. He sees another wave coming towards him and Kari. A little box appears in the corner of his vision. When he focuses on it, a menu of strange ability names appear. It doesn't take him long to realize that most of them are titles of his greatest hits.

"Huh. Are my jams attacks now?"

As he scrolls to the end of the list, he notices one that sticks out. It's not the name of one of his jams. Instead, it just says "Golden Voice." It appears to consume the most TP of the lot.

"Ah, what the hell. YOLO, right?"

Karyl selects Golden Voice. He suddenly feels the urge to sing. As he opens his mouth, a strange feeling comes over him, and he starts singing in some very old earth language... Japanese? With every word, giant golden musical notes fly from Karyl's mouth and strike the oncoming bikers. They explode on impact, turning the entire group into a mess of multicolored pixels that fade quickly. Overjoyed, Karyl keeps singing, destroying every enemy in front of him with powerful notes.

Kari stands behind Karyl and looks down at Luciandar. A menu appears in front of her, listing an entire catalog of water based spells. She finds one that sounds promising and selects it. Her blade begins to glow, and she holds it aloft, feeling it only proper to scream the name of the spell she just chose very loudly. It comes out in broken english.

"MAELSTROM!!!!!"

The characters メイルストローム appear above her head, and suddenly the entire elevator is filled with a typhoon of water. None of the companions are affected, but every remaining enemy is struck for massive damage. Within a few seconds, the water vanishes. The perfectly dry companions are left standing on a soaking wet elevator. All is silent for a moment, and then the word "GO" appears in the sky, and the elevator begins to rise.

As the elevator reaches the top, the companions are greeted with a pixelated sunrise over a pixelated jungle. For a moment, all is calm. And then just as suddenly, the pixels fade, and a ghastly red sun now hangs over a very real jungle. There is a flash of green fire, and a Chaos sorcerer appears before the companions. Fire seems to pour from every available exhaust port on it's power armor. A strange headdress of purple and yellow surrounds his helmet. Wicked spikes adorn his shoulder pads. A cloak of purple fabric covers the lower half of his armor, with the skull of a long dead animal holding it in place at his belt. A bolter hangs off of his belt, unused. A huge flaming sword is grasped in his right gauntlet. His left gauntlet extends outwards towards the companions, and an actual human eye opens up in his metal palm. It begins to glow brightly, as the sorcerer prepares to unleash a spell. Cameron recognizes this immediately for what it is, a Chaos Sorcerer Lord of the Thousand Sons chapter. A chapter which has not been seen outside of the Eye for centuries.

"Ah, shit! EVERYONE! GET THE HELL OUT OF THE WAY!"

Cameron rushes forward to try and shield the others as Kari and Karyl leap to either side. A huge wave of fire bursts forth from the sorcerer's hand and consumes Cameron and anyone else who failed to move out of the way in time. At the same moment, 20 Thousand Sons marines appear in various places above the platform and begin firing bolts of fire at Kari, Karyl, and anyone else who dodged to the sides.

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[Kitharsis]

A typhoon of water washes over the entire elevator.  Kitharsis is thankful that it didn't was him away along with these pixelated punks.

The elevator reaches the top of its track, and more pixelated nonsense greets them.  The Tirthandara sighs as the jungle sprawls out in front of them.

"It's never a nice, arid desert."  The pixels fade, revealing a real landscape of the same jungle. 

A Chaos Sorcerer arrives in a flash of green fire.  It's power armor is spewing flames from every port.  It extends its left hand and opens its palm.

"Ah, shit! EVERYONE! GET THE HELL OUT OF THE WAY!"  Cameron yells before a huge wave of flame bursts from the Chaos Sorcerer's hand.

Kitharsis leaps to the side, mimicking Kari and Karyl.  Bolts of fire zip past from the Thousand Sons marines that have appeared from above.  Kitharsis is a large target, but he is still quick on his feet.  He is managing to dodge the first few bolts that are aimed in his direction, but he knows he cannot keep this up for long.

The jungle is welcome cover, and Kitharsis takes advantage of the thick brush and trees to get out of the firing line of the Thousand Suns marines.  He crouches behind a thick patch of trees and vines and takes a second to determine his next move.

The Thousand Suns marines are the lesser threat here.  The Chaos Sorcerer needs immediate attention.  Cameron was engulfed by its flames.  Kitharsis knows that he is a fire elemental, but Chaos magic can be different than normal.

It's decided, Kitharsis circles the jungle, strafing the Chaos Sorcerer.  His shield springs to life on the back of his right hand, and his horseman's pick is glowing and ready in his left.  The Tirthandara leaps out of the jungle from behind the Chaos Sorcerer, horseman's pick raised over his head.  He slams it down, aiming for the Sorcerer's back.  If the attack hits, the energy built up inside the horseman's pick will explode across the back of the Sorcerer.  His shield of energy is at the ready to deflect any retaliating blows from the flaming sword, if it comes to that.

[Archdemon Stu]

The flames of the Chaos Sorcerer were of a magical nature the likes of which could burn through objects and persons who ought not normally be burned.  Cameron, the fearless commander of the group, nobly decided to take the brunt of the spell.  It was massive in scope, and those that were swift enough to dodge such a thing were accounted for already.  An impressive ambush, but with one oversight... Jorumn's arrival in The Eye.

"Designation: Cameron, fear not.  Allow me the sorcerer's power." Jorumn's voice rang in Cameron's head.  It was then that he would notice both the construct and his puppet, standing on either side of Cameron with an eery confidence. 

(CONDUIT)

Suddenly, the ground shook as it cracked and shattered beneath their feet, Cameron being a safe distance between each.  Each of Jorumn's bodies raised a single hand, their eyes seething with power as the flames were absorbed into the magical energy that maintained them.  They raised another hand, and blindingly powerful lightning shot from their fingertips at the rubric marines; the sheer crack of the thunder was deafening.  Though they redirected such amounts of power to their benefit, it was not out of showmanship or practicality, but out of pure necessity.

"Magical capacity... overloading.  Bodily harm... imminent."

The stones and scrap in Jorumn's improvised body was steadily beginning to steam, and his puppet's skin began to peel, even as they outlet the magical power through their fingertips as recklessly as they did; if the Chaos Sorcerer's spell was not stopped soon, both would surely begin to suffer serious damage.

Meanwhile, whatever was left of Jorumn's undead Chaos marines opened fire on the opposing forces, though he lacked the ability to control them directly, their will was already his own.

[Shadow Chorus]

"Pfeh! You'z think some warp-fingy's fire ken stop a real warboss!? I'll show you how a real Ork Fights fire."

In a flash of lightning, Gulgrim is gone. As the wave passes over the spot he was standing, he flashes back into existence, his timed teleport saving him from the majority of the flaming onslaught, though once again it appeared he had caught fire, though this seemed to be from the friction of delaying a teleport by bouncing around with the WAAAGH! for a discernible amount of time rather than instantaneously teleporting.

He took a moment to glance around. It seemed that the spikey boyz were busy shooting anyone who tried to dodge to the sides of the fire wave, meaning that the Sorcerer lord was his to contend with.

"An Ork fights fire wiv more fire!" Gulgrim shouted, foul green lightning crackling about his frame as he took a deep inhale. With a resounding "WAAAGH!" he spewed a burst of green flame back at the Sorcerer lord, the power klaws on his hands opening with a mental command and clunking to the ground, allowing him to grab his twin shootas and open fire on the Sorcerer lord with physical projectiles as well.

"DAKKA DAKKA DAKKA! COME ON LADZ!"

There was a burst of green lightning behind Gulgrim and a squad of flash gitz appeared on either side of him, each of them opening fire on the Sorcerer lord with their own kustom Snazzguns. The barrage of poorly aimed bullets nonetheless created a swift wall of projectiles aimed for the general area in which the sorcerer lord was standing. Following the Orky theory of ballistics, at least a fraction of those bullets had to be on target, and considering the sheer volume of fire, even a small fraction would be a significant number of bullets. Not to mention the WAAAGH! fire that Gulgrim himself had unleashed, its roiling green mass aimed directly for the opposing Sorcerer lord.


If this didn't get the spikey weirdboy's attention, then he was a grot's uncle.

[Fei]

"Hmm. Looks like something out of one of those poorly made Syfy original series.." Fei mutters as the elevator reaches the top and the pixelated jungle gives way to a twisted reality. 
"You know.. One of those ones with the mutated earth creatures that happen to be aliens from another planet? This kinda looks like one of tho... Oh, time to get serious."

Fei cuts himself short as the Sorcerer makes his presence known by spewing fire forth from his hand over the companions.  In an instant, Fei disappears into his own shadow, and unfurling from a branch high above the sorcerer and marines, peering down on them with a grisly grin.  You see, Fei is a little annoyed and irritable since he hasn't been able to feed.  One could say he's balancing on a guillotine right about now.  That elevator battle was like someone pissing in his Sunday coffee.   And you don't piss in a man's Sunday coffee unless you want the absolute shit slapped out of you.

"Oh it's about fucking time.  I'm starving here.  It's feeding time!"  Fei shouts out with a menacing laugh as he takes a bow from the treetop above, his eyes swirling into a deep red.  Extending his one arm out, a small black crystalline knife appears in his hand. In a quick gesture across his face, a geyser of blood erupts from a slit in his neck followed by a torrential downpour over the Marines.   The blood will flow and crawl into the joints, under armor and into the skin/energy flows of those enemies that make contact with it.  Fei wasn't yet at his A-Game. To be there, he would have to feed. A LOT.  Those in which Fei's blood has made contact with will most likely die in a horribly gruesome manner/explosion as Fei then will be stripping their essence violently from their bodies with extreme force.

[Danyael]

Danyael leaped from the gap of his original attack, reaching a lofty height before landing softly in a three-point stance, taking in a survey of the hostile environ. He watched the clever bastard of a sorcerer cast another spell and gave the semblance of a grimace as he watched what was happening unfold. If the sorcerer was raising an army, then Danyael would do the same.

He took a breath and let the procedure come in a wave as he allowed more of his shades into the living world – allowing the wellspring to unload the presence of his 'echoes' come forth. They raised from everywhere; the shadows, the waters, the very earth around them. And even from Danyael himself. Mists of ether curled from their lips as they breathed heavily with the fervency of the void that had birthed them. The surroundings were scanned in a blink of time, from the newly risen marines to the descending shadows to the very sorcerer behind it all. And then Danyael felt the change. He felt... weaker? Well good, then. It gave him an excuse.

The shades began to glow as Danyael pooled his energies into them, that is until he had vanished once again, not in the earth, nor invisible, but certainly not gone. In unison, the shades selected targets in chunks, then blasted off in blurred threads of speed as they took to the air and ground. As the moments of a single second counted down, the distance between them became a focal point of sound and pressure, where the resonance of the shades began to intensify between themselves and the army of 20 risen marines that they now outnumbered. And they descended on them with limbs phantom and physical alike with a rainstorm of ironclad fists and kicks with the strength that got stronger with each punch and a speed that grew faster after every turn.

[Cameron]

"Now we're GETTING somewhere!"

Peterson continues to grin, but he takes a definite step back as Soul Reaver swiftly approaches. As the enraged warrior brings Blooddrinker down, what seems like thousands of chains surround the robotic corpse as he attempts to entangle the daemon blade and remove it from Soul Reaver's grasp. This never has a chance to work. Blooddrinker carves through the chains as if they were butter, laying the wall of chains wide open and revealing Peterson again.

But seconds before Blooddrinker is about to carve into Peterson, Blooddrinker finally hits something that brings it to a halt. A ghastly scream is heard as the blades of Blooddrinker and Drach'nyen make contact with each other. For a moment the blades are locked into place, vying for supremacy. Then they fly apart in a shower of sparks and fa foul smelling wave of smoke as Peterson yanks Drach'nyen backwards.

"This is a good start. But I don't think you've completely let go yet. Let's fix that!"

Peterson is blocked from view by a nest of bladed chains that seem to spring from nowhere. They slam into Soul Reaver and drive him back. Most of these will bounce harmlessly off of his armor, but some of them may strike home if they are not properly countered. And behind them, Peterson lunges forward, looking to impale Soul Reaver with Drach'nyen while he is distracted.

[Cameron]

Jharm's attack catches the marines off guard. Three of them are completely ensnared, and after a few moments the golden tendrils are able to force their way inside the armor and to the souls within. These suits crumple to the ground, empty and useless. 5 more marines are partially trapped and struggle to break free.

The sorcerer sees this as he charges Mary, and then he is waylaid by the massive daemon form of Sepher smashing into him. The sorcerer is thrown backwards and crushed to the ground as teeth and claw penetrate his armor, drawing blood. But Sepher had let his guard down, and is struck from behind by flaiming bolts from the remaining marines. The sorcerer is able to use this moment to escape.

The remaining marines would not be given an opportunity to attack again. Danyael's shades swarmed and overwhelmed them, striking them down swiftly and efficiently. This once again only serves as a temporary success, as the sorcerer begins to revive them again. The five that were ensnared by Jharm's attack at the time of their destruction by the shades find their souls destroyed, although the sorcerer is able to wrest two away to heal himself again. This leaves only 10 marines remaining. These marines open fire on Jharm and the remaining shades.

The sorcerer then turns and unleashes a wave of fire at Sepher, but this is blocked by Mary as she steps between them and raises her shield. She beckons to the daemon behind her.

"Come on, get up. Knock him over again so I can go for the kill!"

[Cameron]

Karyl manages to disperse into electrons to escape the fire bolts. Kari blocks most of them with a quickly raised water shield, though she suffers some minor burns. Both retreat into the air to try and regroup.

Cameron is braced for the impact of the chaos fire, but it never comes. He looks up to see that the fire has been split away from him in two directions, by Jorumn and his puppet. Lightning arcs from their hands, destroying 10 of the rubric marines one blast at a time. At the same time, blood washes over the remaining marines and seeps into their armor. Unfortunately, this seems to have no effect. The marines being exploded by Jorumn and his puppet appear to be falling into empty suits of armor, revealing to Fei that they have no physical bodies to speak of. Orange orbs float into the sky from inside the destroyed suits. The remaining marines are pushed back by a hail of gunfire from Jorumn's marines, though no more are destroyed. Cameron sees the dire situation that the two strange entities are in and decides to use this moment to counter.

Cameron leaps into the air, just as the sorcerer is hit by a heavy torrent of ork fire. He is driven back, which ends his attack and leaves him unable to defend himself as he falls face first into a wave of warp fire thrown by Gulgrim. Now on fire, the sorcerer lord stumbles backwards, dropping his sword. He is then struck simultaneously by Cameron and Kitharsis. Valermos slices through the front of the sorcerer's armor, and the horseman's pick smashes through his backplate. Dark amber blood sprays forth and the sorcerer disappears in a burst of flame with a scream of pain.

Cameron nods thanks at Kitharsis and tosses a salute at Jorumn and Gulgrim. He is about to turn his attention back to the remaining rubric marines when the Sorcerer Lord reappears at the other end of the platform.

The sorcerer raises a hand, and four of the orange globes are absorbed into it from where they hang in the air. His wounds close and his armor is repaired. The remaining orbs descend back into their rent suits of armor. These are quickly reassembled, and soon there are 16 rubric marines again. These marines quickly open fire on Fei, Jorumn, Gulgrim, and any remaining orks and undead marines nearby. The sorcerer lord gathers strength, reproduces his flaming sword, and lunges at Kitharsis and Cameron, intending on cutting through both of them with a single wicked swing.

[Daccio]

His large bronze claws dig into the sorcerer's armor, rending flesh and draining blood. Sepher roars loudly in the creature's face as he is thrown away and to the ground. As the daemon reared up for another attack, flaming bolter strikes take him in the back. With a roar of pain, the bolter shells tear into his back, ripping scales from the hide and searing flesh. Fortunaly his scales would take most of the brunt, preventing lethal damage.

His head spins to face the marines, but danyael's shades swarm them, allowing him to return his focus to the socerer. The Bronze deamon's glare takes in the sorcerer and roars again as flame rolls up towards him.

Just as the flames are about to hit him, mary steps in between them and raises her shield, deflecting the flames away from him. She spoke to him.

"Come on, get up. Knock him over again so I can go for the kill!"

Sepher flexes and shakes himself, regaining his strength. Hunching back he unleashes himself forward, over mary. Time slows around himself, claws raking large chunks of stone as he flows fluidly towards the the sorcerer. Inhaling deeply, energy wells up in his chest. With a massive roar as Sepher comes close to the sorcerer, he exhales, bronze hewed energy thrown foward in a massive explosion, while sepher attempts to grapple the creaturn to the ground.

[Veldanya Venalla]

The Seraphim watches as the tendrils of light manage to purge 3 of the suits of armor of the souls contained within.  Another 5 manage to avoid destruction but still get entangled, soon are cut down by shades sent in by Danyael.  Jharm gets distracted as he watches the sorceror manage to wrest two souls away from the tendrils, absorbing them and healing himself once again.  The angel then comes under fire from the remaning marines, the firey rounds slamming into him before he can create a shield.  Most of the rounds are deflected by his enchanted armor but a number manage to punch through, leaving behind burns and wounds where silver angelic blood flows forth from.  The onslaught brings the Seraphim to his knees as he shifts his gaze to the automatons responsible for the pain.  The orbs of light glowing behind his helmet flair brightly as power surges through Jharm, healing some of his wound and sealing the rest to prevent any more blood loss. 

"Enough!  This ends here and now!"

Wielding his hammer in his right hand, light courses down his left arm and forms into a blade created purely of white light.  A shield forms around him as, in a burst of speed unexpected from his massive frame, Jharm rushes the marines.  As he closes with the warriors he swings his hammer at each one, intent on shattering the armor protecting the souls within.  If he should reveal any souls he will attack them with the blade of light, aiming for a more direct attack then his previous attempt with the tendrils. 

[Soul Reaver]

Blooddrinker descends in an arc, cleaving through the chains erected by Peterson, only to come to sudden halt against Drach'nyen, the blade once held by Abaddon.  A growl of inarticulate rage shakes through the chamber to accompany Drach'nyen's scream as the blades strike each other.

Metal screeches as the blades lock.  A horrific crackling can be heard as Blooddrinker attempts to suck the energy out of Drach'nyen, but the chaos blade's construction leaves no flaws or cracks for Blooddrinker to exploit.  Soul Reaver's muscles bulge as he attempts to force the sword down with sheer brute strength.

But then Peterson yanks his sword away, leaping back and sending Blooddrinker cleaving into the ground amidst a shower of sparks and acrid smoke.  Soul Reaver hefts the blade back up again and renews the charge, the weapon's point levelled at Peterson's throat.

"This is a good start. But I don't think you've completely let go yet. Let's fix that!"

A mass of razor chains spring from nothingness and stream toward Soul Reaver from every direction.  Blooddrinker becomes a blur, shredding the chains into metallic splinters.  But in his rage and haste, they seem to be an afterthought, and some make it past his defences.  Soul Reaver is moving far too fast for any of the chains to gain purchase on his limbs, but their razor-edged passage tears strips of skin from Soul Reaver's arms, legs and face.

In spite of the swarming chains, Soul Reaver's charge only accelerates, unerringly fixed upon the counter-charging Peterson.  As the two are about to clash, Soul Reaver thrusts Blooddrinker forward with such force and speed as to unleash a sonic shockwave.  The blast flings the remaining chains aside like limp strings and threatens to knock Drach'nyen off course...

[Shadow Chorus]

The Warboss chuckles as his target goes down, but then his grin turns into a scowl as he realizes it's not dead yet. And now it's paying attention to those two gits rather than the REAL threat. He'd show that spikey git who the REAL warboss was.

"Oi! Don't you'z forget about me, ya git!" He shouted at the Sorcerer lord, enemy bolts skimming his armor and a couple of them scraping his thick hide, though lacking in severe injuries. One of his Flash gitz took a round to the face and fell over dead, and the others immediately opened fire on the chaos marines, their snazzguns unleashing torrents of death upon the enemy.

The Warboss himself needed to get into the scrap, and stomped his feet a couple of times, shouting " 'Ere we go 'Ere we go 'Ere we go!" before vanishing in a spark of green lightning. He appeared in the air above the Sorcerer lord, accompanied by a half-dozen Stormboyz, all of whom propelled themselves at the Sorcerer lord with a rocket-propelled boost, sluggas firing the whole way as they laid in with Choppas at close proximity, flailing wildly in an attempt to injure the chaos sorcerer.

Gulgrim himself, now equipped with his Kaptin's Kutta and mork's teef, his cybork arm wielding gork's teef, fell down under his own weight, falling towards the Sorcerer lord with a hail of bullets, some of which sped towards the sorcerer only after tearing through an unlucky Stormboy'z foot or arm, but they would be fine. they were Orks, after all. When he got within melee range his guns extended bayonets, and in one diving strike he thrusted with his two guns and slashed with his Kutta, the three strikes aimed for the general vicinity of his torso. After that strike would likely be the near half-ton weight of a heavily-armored Ork Warboss crashing down on the Sorcerer lord's current location.

[Archdemon Stu]

Undead chaos marines quickly withdraw and create shields around vulnerable allies, Jorumn and his puppet, covering them in a mass of flesh and metal, unflinching as the bullets tore their vitals apart.  As each hole opened, blood sprayed forth into the space around them as air pressure within the fortress of bodies built - no doubt a measure to redirect and misguide the enchanted bullets.  His reaction was fast... too fast for an ordinary spell caster.  No doubt whatever trick he used against the sorcerer's flames was still in effect.

"Maintain focus on the sorcerer.  I shall keep the pawns busy." Jorumn's voice reassured his allies as he continued his ploy to buy time while the true problem was dealt with.

Jorumn's human body touches his hand to the ground, and the battlefield rumbles.  The ground splits, and tears away as it swallows the rubric marines into a chasm, denying them both footing and sight of the battlefield.  Should the rubric marines not find a way out and quick, Jorumn would bury them in stone and mud.

[Kitharsis]

Kitharsis returns Cameron's nod after the Sorcerer disappears in a burst of flame and a painful scream.  The scream is satisfying.  He re-grips his horseman's pick as the Sorcerer reappears at the other end of the platform.

The Tirthandara narrows his eyes at the Sorcerer Lord as four orange globes absorb into its hand.  So this is how it will go.  Kitharsis has a thought to try and destroy the rubric marines, but the Sorcerer Lord gives him no choice in the matter.  It lunges toward he and Cameron with its flaming sword bearing down on them.

Kitharsis prepares a counter, but in a blink of green lightning, The Warboss, Gulgrim appears above the Sorcerer Lord.  He and six Orkz launch at the Sorcerer, firing and flailing the whole way down.  Hoping this is enough distraction, Kitharsis pushes off mightily with his legs and springs backwards out of the range of the flaming sword.

As he springs backwards he raises his right arm and points his palm at the Sorcerer.  The tattoos on his arm flare into red life.  Crimson tendrils burst out of the tattoos and shoot directly for the Sorcerer Lord.  The tendrils quickly attempt to wrap around the Sorcerer, holding it in place while Gulgrim and his Boyz can do their work.

Of course, being composed of energy, the tendrils will more than likely do a good amount of damage on their own as they tighten around the Sorcerer Lord.

[Cameron]

The sorcerer tries to back away from Sepher and does manage to get a few swipes in with his blade as the daemon approaches, but these only serve to anger Sepher as he forces the agent of Chaos to the ground once more. Now pinned and unable to move, the sorcerer has no way to escape Mary's blow. With a vicious downwards swipe, she cleaves the sorcerer's sword arm off at the shoulder.

The sorcerer roars in pain, which instantly attracts the attention of the remaining Rubric Marines. Unfortunately for them, this also causes them to turn their attention away from Jharm just as he lunges forward to attack. His combo of hammer and sword manages to eliminate 5 of them before they are able to regroup. The remaining 5 bunch together and catch Jharm in a hail of burning fire as he sweeps towards them, but even as he burns, he swings his hammer and sword and eliminates three more. The other two swiftly retreat towards their downed leader.

Mary pulls her sword back to deliver the killing blow, but with a final burst of dark magic, the sorcerer vanishes from underneath Sepher. He appears a few yards away. Blood sprays from the empty socket where his sword arm used to be. As the two remaining Rubric Marines land in front of him, he roars in fury. The armor of the marines crumbles to dust and he absorbs the remaining two souls. This is not enough to heal his arm, but it does stop it from bleeding.

Somewhat recharged, the sorcerer floats into the air and points his remaining hand at the companions. Everyone can feel a great and terrible energy building up within him as he prepares what would have to be a final attack. The companions will only have a few seconds to fight or flee.

[Cameron]

The Sorcerer Lord is almost upon his two targets when he is besieged by a hail of gunfire from his left. As he turns to defend, deflecting bullets with armor and magic, he sees Gulgrim incoming. He attempts to erect a powerful ward to block the attack but sudden;y finds himself restrained by burning tendrils of energy. Unable to escape in time, he shrieks in frustration and pain as the falling Gulgrim hits him full force.

The sorcerer is now pinned on his back. The red tendrils continue to burn through his armor and tear into his flesh. Bullets slam into him from all sides unabated. The Warboss's weapons dig even deeper wounds as the entirety of Gulgrim's weight smashes down on him. He hears the metal footsteps of Cameron approaching from behind him, looking to land a killing blow. He calls for his Rubric Marines, but they are nowhere to be found, as they have all found themselves caught in an unnatural abyss that they are struggling to escape from. Seeing that the situation is rapidly approaching hopeless, the agent of Chaos cashes in his chips.

All 16 remaining Rubric marines crumble to dust. Globes of energy fly from the chasm and rocket towards the downed sorcerer. They hit the sorcerer all at once, and an explosion of dark energy throws Kitharsis, Gulgrim, Cameron, and any remaining boyz 5 meters backward in every direction. The fully healed and suddenly overcharged Sorcerer Lord stands at the center of this shockwave. He casts both hands out in front of him, and a wave of pink lightning streaks from his fingertips, looking to strike every enemy remaining on the battlefield and tear them apart if they do not defend properly.

[Veldanya Venalla]

The Seraphim's massive hammer crashes through the rubrick marines armor, the glowing sword following closely behind, purging the soul before the sorcerer can attempt to utilize it.  Jharm focuses momentarily, Light flowing over him healing his wounds and extinguishing the flames from the marines cursed bolters.  He then watches the Sorcerer reappear and absorb the final two marines souls.  Raising into the air the crippled sorcerer begins to prepare an attack, terrible power radiating from the twisted spellcasters form.  Without even a moments hesitation, the selfless warrior of the Light hurls the glowing lightsword at the sorcerer and then hefting his massive hammer in both hands flies directly at the caster, a shield appearing around his form as light radiates from within him, intent on either ending the sorcerers final attack or at the least taking the brunt of the spell, shielding his companions in the process.