13 vs Hellscythe

[13-Jzall]

13 saw his quarry, the felind who was determined to constantly deny him his prize of the scythe she constantly held. It didn’t appear like she had seen him yet but she was constantly looking around, at the very least she knew he was here. And sending weak homing projectiles into the darkness but 13 was able to dodge them easily enough. He knew his area around this hive city and could melt away into the shadows only to appear again somewhere else. She was tiring and 13 wasn’t, it wouldn’t be long until she would have to sleep and he could easily kill her in her sleep. At last it appeared that she would stop to sleep when she turned around “I, I don’t know if you’re there or who you are but can’t we just solve this peacefully?” 13 decided that it was time to move in. Drawing his hood over his head he walked forwards with his pistol out and aimed it at her head as the light washed over him, 13 began speaking in a monotone that could only mean that had said this 1000 times before. “You are accused of leaving the emperors light, resisting arrest as a psyker and being a mutant and defying me. Hand me your staff and your sentence might be lowered from execution to being sacrificed to the Omnissiah, a justified change if there ever was one.” He took out and set up his sniper rifle, aiming it at her head. Ebony was worried, not knowing if diplomacy was the way over fighting but she had to try at the very least.

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