Eros Angel

Freebird in my pants!

Watchmen in my pants!

Fun!

If F for Family good?

By the time Sanakht moves on from his mental assault of the Blood Angels Chaplain Ruva has closed the distance and scoured the Marine with a psychic assault, still not dead though, though his shield has popped, The Chaplain hefts his Crozius.

Rhonin came in lightning quick towards Rage and just on the outer edge of Rage's weapon reach he leaps high into the air, drawing himself into an ball, defended from all blows by his Storm Shield and uses the Terminators bulkiness to land behind Rage and strike before Rage can respond. Rhonin reverses the grip on his power sword and stabs behind himself when he lands behind Rage, trying to hamstring the bulky terminator, but fails in his attack as his blade catches on one of the Adamantium Rods in Rage's armored leg before it can shear through the meat of his body, leaving Rage unharmed. The Blood Angels Champion is up and gone before Rage can strike back, but he won't be able to use that fancy attack on Rage again now that Rage has seen it and knows what to expect!

Sings: Near...Far.....Wherever we are, in my pants!

I'll be back in my pants. Edit: No Fate but what we make in my pants!

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were! She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek in my pants!

Four score and seven years ago in my pants...

You got an A little timmy! Now next time go for an A+ in my pants!

In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit in my pants.

The Scouts were spread far apart but a score of them boiled alive in Ruva's assault in an instant. Striding out of firestorm, protected by his now failing Rosarius force field, A Blood Angels Chaplain in abyss black armor strode forth, raising his Crozius in wordless challenge to Ruva, and made to meet her in combat and avenge the hapless Scouts.

Across the jungle fifty six Scout Marines, the young novices of the Blood Angels wearing far lighter Carapace Armor and wielding the sniper-like Stalker Boltguns followed Captain Borgio and his command squad in an surprise assault of a small band of Traitor Marines whom had attacked the Depot. In what was supposed to be a training exercise that by some twist of fate had become real war the Captain and deployed Scouts took it upon themselves to cleanse this scourge. Every Traitor Astartes was picked out by the Scouts as the primary threats and subject to a hail of highly accurate sniper fire, with the exception of Rage, whom they left alone to honorably duel Rhonin. The Captain and the rest of his command squad have yet to be seen but the fifty six Scouts close in from every direction.

"Black Templars? Truly? You have fallen far my Brother." The Blood Angels Champion said, sounding first surprised then genuinely sad. "I am Rhonin of The Blood Angels, Company Champion of the Tenth Company, The Scouts Company, serving under the noble Captain Borgio." The Blood Angel repeated his noble salute. "Now that we know who each other are shall we resume trying to kill each other?"

Rage is far stronger than his opponent even before his Terminator warplate is taken into consideration, so the Champion goes with Rage's shove and falls all the way back, rolling then coming to his feet some distance away beyond the reach of Rage's power swing. The Champion begins to circle Rage. "Your livery, whom are you Champion of Chaos? I want your name so I can add it to my warscrolls as a warrior of note I have slain!"

Psi powers however really can fuck up whole squads of Astartes if you're a high function user and you don't have to stick to powers from Black crusade, feel free to make up your own shit, just remember that this is balanced by how dangerous the warp is and high end powers should always feel risky.

It's all good Dozle you do it well waiting for me to go with the back and forth, and the marines you killed earlier were realistc, they were in close range to an assault cannon and heavy flamer, you manic

Just as a note while you can definitely slaughter guardsmen and most other enemies willy nilly even at your level Astartes should take more effort to bring down than chaff, just for the rule of cool's sake in addition to 'realism'. Instant killing one marine? Cool, but a group should take some effort. You may single handedly fight a squad and win, but it should be quite a doing yeah?

Ruva, standing out in the open, got hit by a dozen stalker bolts nearly simultaneously. Her armor protected her from all the bolts but one, though she suffered several head shots that crumpled her eyes lenses and destroyed her HUD, making her helmet a blinding piece of twisted wreckage. One bolt penetrated a weak spot on her hip and detonated partially inside, freezing the joint through damage and spackling her hip with shrapnel causing a painful pattern of bleeding wounds as she was spun around and cast to the ground by the force of the assault.

The Champion, a bare helmed handsome and fair haired Astartes, wearing ornate artificer armor and wielding a power sword and a storm shield, saluted Rage honorably then went on the attack! "For the Emperor!" He declared, his master strokes seeming to come at Rage from all directions at once!

Out of the shadows to Rage's right a Blood Angel's Company Champion ambushed the Terminator as if from nowhere, in a beautiful figure-of-eight attack he removes the spout of Rage's heavy flamer and severs the fuel line and slashes through the barrels of his rotary cannon which collapses like a pile of dropped pipes to the ground. In an instant Rage is disarmed of his heavy weapons!

One of the Blood Angel Space Marines comes around the outer wall, using its rockcrete bulk to shield himself from the repaired heavy bolter and opens fire on Sanakht, the bolts are deadly accurate but explode in mid air a pace from the Sorcerer, bursting on his wards.

Urial quietly slide his bolt pistol and chainsword away and took Ruva's hand, seeming hypnotized by the thoughts in his head. The shame that effected his Battle Brothers over their curse had never been as strong in him as in others and he was therefore less compelled to remain loyal because of it. Still, naturally his loyalty would never be shaken but under the powerful sway of Ruva's psychic powers seeds of corruption blossomed in his mind.

Urial would never betray the Emperor or his Chapter on his own, but when Ruva's powerful mind wormed into his and exposed and enhanced his resentments and slighted honor he hesitated before her as if he couldn't remember why he wanted to strike her down. Not realizing her projected thoughts were not his and not even aware that the Voxcaster message was from an enemy he stood still a moment, his deepest shames and desires exposed.