07-21-2015, 10:32 PM
The Luna Wolf smiled through a visage of shattered bone and blood, this opponent, this... vigilante was certainly one of the more entertaining opponents in recent years despite it's... infinite capacity to cause irritance, though unfortunately everything must come to an end. Lazily wiping away the blood from deep gash in his leg with one hand and raising his bolter with the other, the marine steadied himself, still holding his manic grin.
Triest was the first to strike, letting loose a barrage of lead from his shotgun directly towards Tartaros' gauntlet. The shot tore through the cracked ceramite, tunneling into the marine's forearm, forcing him to recoil in pain, clutching the trigger of his boltgun as it sent a round flying into the second story window. Taking his opportunity, the Spider scampered back into the shadow, waiting for its next chance to strike, hopefully lethally.
"You've already played your trick once before, little one!", the marine yelled across the room, scanning the shadows carefully, "I'm growing tired of it!"
He paced through and throughout the museum hall, hunting for Triest. The silence was soul-crushing, only being interrupted by the occasional clashing of steel above the two, or Tartaros' raspy, near-robotic breathing. Minute after minute, the silent search continued, the Spider crawling across the wooden rafters and shattered marble floor like an agile predator, setting up the optimal position to strike. As Triest was crawling along the fragile wooden beams, he took notice of a crack in the marine's armour... a torn eyepiece. One shot, and the giant would come crashing down...
As the vigilante trained his sights on the minuscule target, the silence was finally broken. Not by gunfire, not by the clash of steel, but by the simple, soft, thud of an opened gate... Tartaros span his firearm and head towards the opened entrance, blocking cutting away Triest's target.
As the front entrance was swung open, the sight was enough to make the most hardened hive-scum quake in their boots. Almost two-dozen soldiers, clad in the purest white, charged through the entrance, wielding blaster rifles, heavy blasters and even grenade launchers charged into the room, laying down volleys of fire from the cover of walls and broken pillars. As Galel ran for cover behind a pile of torn rubble and the duel continued above, Tartaros' eyes widened as they laid themselves something far, far worse...
"Well I'll be damned..."
A titanic ceramite-clad figure charged into the hall, cracking marble to dust beneath its tread. As it raised an equally massive axe into the air, only one cry could be heard across the entire hall.
"TRAITORS! OURS IS THE JUDGEMENT OF THE RIGHTEOUS! FACE THE WRATH OF A TRUE SON OF ULTRAMAR!"
The bellow was so resounding that even Mr. T crawled out of his hiding place in Tartaros' armour, only to immediately leap back inside, trembling. As the Luna Wolf stared onward in disbelief, the Ultramarine charged ahead towards Galel, still screaming praises and litanies at the top of its lungs.
Tartaros sighed silently to himself, leaning out from the shadows in an attempt to pick off some troops. Galel was responsible for himsel-
With a the thunk of a grenade landing on the floor, the corner the Luna Wolf was hidden in was set ablaze, knocking the giant into the wall, and tearing away his helm, revealing a bloodied mess of scar tissue and fresh wounds across his right cheek. Smiling, Triest took his golden opportunity, leaping from the rafters and pointed his two remaining bladed extremities towards the marines jugular while Tartaros gripped at the vigilante's neck. Hacking up a small pool of blood onto the floor, the marine let out one final hoarse grumble.
"Well then kiddo, go on. You've got me. Good job. Now do it. Go ahead, I bloody dare you to."
Triest was the first to strike, letting loose a barrage of lead from his shotgun directly towards Tartaros' gauntlet. The shot tore through the cracked ceramite, tunneling into the marine's forearm, forcing him to recoil in pain, clutching the trigger of his boltgun as it sent a round flying into the second story window. Taking his opportunity, the Spider scampered back into the shadow, waiting for its next chance to strike, hopefully lethally.
"You've already played your trick once before, little one!", the marine yelled across the room, scanning the shadows carefully, "I'm growing tired of it!"
He paced through and throughout the museum hall, hunting for Triest. The silence was soul-crushing, only being interrupted by the occasional clashing of steel above the two, or Tartaros' raspy, near-robotic breathing. Minute after minute, the silent search continued, the Spider crawling across the wooden rafters and shattered marble floor like an agile predator, setting up the optimal position to strike. As Triest was crawling along the fragile wooden beams, he took notice of a crack in the marine's armour... a torn eyepiece. One shot, and the giant would come crashing down...
As the vigilante trained his sights on the minuscule target, the silence was finally broken. Not by gunfire, not by the clash of steel, but by the simple, soft, thud of an opened gate... Tartaros span his firearm and head towards the opened entrance, blocking cutting away Triest's target.
As the front entrance was swung open, the sight was enough to make the most hardened hive-scum quake in their boots. Almost two-dozen soldiers, clad in the purest white, charged through the entrance, wielding blaster rifles, heavy blasters and even grenade launchers charged into the room, laying down volleys of fire from the cover of walls and broken pillars. As Galel ran for cover behind a pile of torn rubble and the duel continued above, Tartaros' eyes widened as they laid themselves something far, far worse...
"Well I'll be damned..."
A titanic ceramite-clad figure charged into the hall, cracking marble to dust beneath its tread. As it raised an equally massive axe into the air, only one cry could be heard across the entire hall.
"TRAITORS! OURS IS THE JUDGEMENT OF THE RIGHTEOUS! FACE THE WRATH OF A TRUE SON OF ULTRAMAR!"
The bellow was so resounding that even Mr. T crawled out of his hiding place in Tartaros' armour, only to immediately leap back inside, trembling. As the Luna Wolf stared onward in disbelief, the Ultramarine charged ahead towards Galel, still screaming praises and litanies at the top of its lungs.
Tartaros sighed silently to himself, leaning out from the shadows in an attempt to pick off some troops. Galel was responsible for himsel-
With a the thunk of a grenade landing on the floor, the corner the Luna Wolf was hidden in was set ablaze, knocking the giant into the wall, and tearing away his helm, revealing a bloodied mess of scar tissue and fresh wounds across his right cheek. Smiling, Triest took his golden opportunity, leaping from the rafters and pointed his two remaining bladed extremities towards the marines jugular while Tartaros gripped at the vigilante's neck. Hacking up a small pool of blood onto the floor, the marine let out one final hoarse grumble.
"Well then kiddo, go on. You've got me. Good job. Now do it. Go ahead, I bloody dare you to."