Author's Note: This fanfic WILL be a bit slow and so will the updates, but I will attempt to add another chapter every two/three weeks at the longest.

FYI: Some Warhammer Fantasy themes WILL be in this story.

Enough of me babbling, Enjoy

A surge of fresh electrosteroids coursed through Thulsa's veins as he snapped the neck of another member of the Hive-Gang. The spurt of stimm-infused blood that came from the dead mans mouth did not interest him in the slightest for the moment of death was far more intoxicating. Thulsa felt his implanted chem-glands release a fresh mixture of grave lotus and adrenalight right into his withered heart.

A vibro-blade lanced into Thulsa's right thigh, stopped with ease by the talior-made carapace he wore. Almost by reflex he contemptuously lashed out with his blade-tines, tearing off the offenders face in a single blow. As another blow skidded ineffectually off of his artificer-wrought carapace breastplate, the chem-warrior looked at the tattered web of flesh between his taloned finger's and casually flicked it away. A bullet glanced off his armoured shoulder and Thulsa shook from his bloodsoaked reverie to focus on the swirling melee around him.

With a snarl he smashed the pommel of his mono-edged longsword into the skull of the nearest ganger, knocking him into his fellows. A backhanded swing decapitated another and Thulsa's armour was drenched in the arterial fountain. He was driven on by his love of the kill, hacking and slashing left and right with insane abandon. His drug-infused strength caused every stroke of his blade rent life from another victim.

He broke from his frenzied assault as the few remaining members of the gang ran in terror, vanishing through broken walls and shattered windows with ease. It was easy to guess that they were high-tailing it to their hideout and judging from their frenzied pace it was close. With a mental thought he opened a vox channel via the micro-bead implanted in his ear.

"Bring the Occulus Infernii around, the location of the target has been found" The blood-slaked killer spoke, sheathing his longsword as he stalked off.

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It was ironic really, the groups little hideout was once a thriving hotel. Twenty stories tall, each of its windows had been boarded over save for a tiny firing slit at the bottom of each. The only way in was through its lobby, the glass long replaced by thick pieces of plas-steel welded into place. In any case, it would be a slaughter.

"One hell of a tough nut to crack" Klovis muttered, turning his head and igniting his lho-stick with the pilot light of his hand flamer. Klovis was an old one-eyed Redemptionist Firebrand who was far past his prime with a long-running history with Thulsa. His single eye glared out at the world, its once flawless emerald glow long faded. Bald, he wore a loose-fitting flakweave robe stained with blood and an full-face rebreather painted like a skull which currently hung low around his neck. He leaned on an old eviscerator, its frame dented and scorched from countless years of heavy use. Finally, his hand flamer was chained to his belt and hung down his side, countless kill-marks adorning it.

"We both know that I will only leave when I have her head on my belt" Thulsa replied, loading a crossbow pistol as he did so. "I've know exactly what goes through your thick skull, after all, I raised you since you were a mewling babe no bigger then a pile of grox shit" Klovis said with a grin. "Do shut up" Thulsa emotionlessly growled back at the old priest, leaning across the picnic table and punching him in the arm as he did so.

Klovis chuckled, rubbing his shoulder in the process. Thulsa stood, holstering the pocket-sized crossbow in the small of his back. "We are going to kill that traitorous whore and you are going to help me regardless" Thulsa growled.

Nodding his head as he took a final drag of his lho-stick, Klovis grinned. Thulsa walked off, pausing only to call over his shoulder "And try not to die old man" as he vanished down a back alleyway.

Klovis chuckled at Thulsa's response, shouldering his massive eviscerator as he walked away in the opposite direction. The low whine of his power armour beneath his robe just audible over his prayer to the full moon high above.

"Destruction cometh; and they shall seek peace, and there shall be none"

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Thulsa strode down the rusted catwalk, his companions following in silence. The light of the rising sun beamed down the cracks in the stone tunnel, stark contrast to the darkness that enswathed them. Thulsa's warp-enhanced sight pierced the gloom with ease, his eye's glowing with baleful crimson.

He reached into the depths of his flakweave trenchcoat and withdrew a krak grenade, not even sparing a glance at his followers as he adheared it to a weakened section of wall and thumbed its activation rune.

As the grenades clockwork timer counted down, Thulsa turned and lazily walked back the way he came as he motioned for Gerrock to take the lead.

Gerrock was a towering Ogryn Bone'Ead who Thulsa had found on a backwater frontier world a solid decade before, and more dead then alive to boot. After he had nursed the abhuman back from the grasp of death the duo had become utterly unseperable, Thulsa's kindness repaid a hundred times over.

In any case, Gerrock moved ahead, interposing himself between Thulsa and the grenade, bringing his brute shield up just as the grenades lengthy timer hit zero.

The resulting explosion sent chunks of stone and plascrete flying, more then a fair few slamming into Gerrock's raised shield as a deluge of shrapnel flew past. Even before the ringing of the detonation had faded from his ears, Thulsa pushed past the looming Ogryn and drew his pistol crossbow, cocking it with his free hand as he stepped through the improvised doorway. Ahead of them lay a reinforced bulkhead door, charred by the blast and dented from the shrapnel but otherwise intact. Thulsa looked to another of his companions and motioned him foward.

Kaiser, a xeno mercenary that owned Thulsa a life-long blood debt from the gladiatorial pits of the Soul Nexus, slithered fowards. The Ssyth's lower set of arm's rested on the hilt of a curved power sword and a splinter pistolwhilst his upper set clutched an arcane heat lance close to his chest.

Wordlessly, the scaled xeno leveled the heat lance at the door and pulled the trigger.

The furnace-roar of the weapon pierced the dank air as an ionised beam of gold-hued laser lanced out at the bulkhead. The resulting impact tore through the foot-thick steel door like paper along with ten feet of bedrock behind it.

Even as the molten stone pooled on the floor, Thulsa stepped through, crossbow pistol at the ready. A ganger, bearing the same crude ork-based mark as the ones he butchered in the alleyway on his jacket, turned the corner. The gangers head snapped back, Thulsa's crossbow bolt finding its mark the the gangers eye-socket before he fell with a thud.

Thulsa dropped the crossbow and drew a pair of heavy-gauge autopistol's from the holsters on his thighs. As he walked onwards, he called over his shoulder "Go loud" breaking into a jog as he finished. Klovis chuckled darkly, hefting his eviscerator into a two-handed grip as it howled into life.

This would be a slaughter...