Terrible screams pierced through the sounds of metal hitting metal. The ground was soaked in blood, ranging from red to blue to black to green. Bodies scattered the dessert like area, dead faces twisted in pain fear and anger, gazing around unseeingly.
Creatures and humans fought in a melee maelstrom. Hundreds of colours separated the warriors. The Emperor's army from the Empire battled along side with the knights of Bretonia and the dwarfs from every stronghold they still possessed. The huge brutish Orcs and the vicious ratmen of the Skaven killed anything they came in contact with. Outnumbering all these armies put together was the unbeatable Chaos hordes. Beastmen ran rampant through the battle, hardened chaos warriors destroyed all in their path and monstrous daemons howled and gibbered as they mutilated their foes. Harpies and gyrocopters circled the battle in the air along with mighty griffons.
A young white haired warrior hacked down one of the beastmen then dodged a blow from a large orc swinging a crude cleaver. His sword glowed fiercely as he lunged it into the creatures heart. His breath was coming in rasps and sweat blinded him. The battle had been going for over a solid hour and all of the humans looked ready to drop, dead on their feet.
The warrior had strayed to far from his allies. Beastmen had somehow fully surrounded him. For every one he killed another two seemed to take its place. One swung at him and his arm was to tired to block the blow in time. The axe descended towards his skull but never made it.
A strange sound filled the air. Stood over the beastman's body was a dwarf with a large crest of hair dyed orange and a elongated metal lute in his hands. The creatures head looked collapsed from a hit of the lute.
There was no time for thanks as a monstrous jagged black broad sword shot into the man's view. He parried through instinct then turned to see his new foe. It was a black armoured chaos warrior, a Lord. It had a daemon face mask over his real face, his armour was inscribed with dreadful runes and leering faces. It stood four heads higher than the white haired warrior and looked twice as broad.
It took every ounce of energy that the white haired warrior had to defend the attacks of the chaos Lord. The chaos warrior began to grow bored with his feeble opponent in three quick attacks blood sprayed out from the human's body.
Time seemed to slow for the white haired warrior. He watched the black blade pass through his flesh, releasing a heavy red mist to spay from the wounds. He dropped his own sword in pain as he watched his blood pool around his feet. His eyes slowly traced the battle field. The orange haired dwarf, with whom he had travelled with for a long time and had many adventures with, hung limply in the grasp of a mutated troll. Further back was the huge corpse of a dinosaur that the white haired warrior had rode into battle on and had killed many foes with. A million bodies littered the ground, millions more still fought. The remaining humans battled on desperately dispite the overwhelming odds.
"Damn it!" muttered the white haired warrior as he fell to his knees. "The world is doomed. Chaos has finally won." The chaos Lord laughed manically as he delivered the final killing blow.
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