Hello! This is for all those blood thirsty psychos out there! This is goona be a series of short(very) violent(also very) one shots that tke place in bothe Warhammer and Warhammer 40K universes. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nuthin but luvin.
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The roar of battle raged all around him. Man to man, blade to blade. His body ached, arms felt as they were made of lead but the khornate berzerker's blood sang with the fires of the slaughter. Parrie a blow from the left, stab to the righ, finish the fool who had sought to slay him. Eyes glazed over from adrenaline as his sword cleft another man of the Empire in two. His armour was caked with the filth of enntrails, blood and sweat. Numerous wound decorated his body, some old some new. He felt none of it, mind to far gone into the red haze.
"SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!" his bestial voice cried.
"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!" came the replie, although had expected none.
He was akin to a daemon unleashed. A whir wind of blade and blood. Dashing the brains from those who got too close, ripping those who ran asunder while laughing into the red night. Morrsleb grinned balefully down from the sky. It was grinning at the carnage it craved so much.
He spun on his heel and took the heads of three unfortuate pikemen who had charged at once, their blook erupting into the sky. One of the pikes managed to dig into the berzerker's shoulder. He tore it out with a grunt and threw it away. Howling he began to hack back and forth with his broadsword, taking a life with every swing. Sometimes even two or three.
He tripped. Legs entangled in spilled guts and the ground slick with blood. A soldier saw this and went to kill the berzerker. He raised his poleaxe high and brought it down. The chaos warrior heard the whistling of blade through air and threw himself to the side. He almost escaped it unscathed. Almost. His arm had come off at the shoulder. Snarling he swung his blade upwards and tooke the mans leg off. Once he had fallin, the chaos warrior's blade stabbed into his ribbs and into his still beating heart. Their was a gurgle from his throat, then nothing.He grimaced
That was a mistake, he thought, great Khorne does not like mistakes. He looked up from the corpse, just in time to see a fire-burst down the barrel of a rifle.
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Aint life grand? see you in group theripy :)