Swordslayer- A Trollslayer/ Soul Calibur IV crossover

I made Gotrek, Felix and Max on Soul Calibur IV as custom characters but felt the generic story didn't do any of them justice so I've written them their own tale. This is what could have happened when Gotrek and Felix go into the portal at the start of Giantslayer.

The story starts with Gotrek, Felix, Snorri and Max on the outskirts of Sylvania having fought a chaos patrol.

Prologue

"Die Chaos spawn!" bellowed the Slayer as he hurled himself into the Khorne Champion. The red armoured warrior was bowled over as the dwarf cannonballed into his legs. A quick slash of the mighty axe and the Champion's head rolled away, leaving a bloody trail on the snow. Wiping his axe on the Khornate's corpse the slayer glared at the desolation all around him.

Sheathing Kharaghul, Felix limped over to the Slayer. The dwarf looked him up and down, frowning at the gash on his thigh. "It's nothing," lied Felix, "I'm good to go." Tapping the wound with a thick finger, Gotrek motioned to Max. Trying to limp away, his arm was locked into a firm grip by the Slayer. Struggling to free himself he snapped at the dwarf, "Dammit Gotrek I said I was fine." The dwarf merely frowned, muttering to himself. "Just let the blasted magician look at it manling and no more fussing."

Scurrying over the mage winced when he looked at Felix's wound. Laying one hand on Felix's head and the other hovering over the cut Max gripped the Bright Wind. Light seemed to fill him and the cold air seemed to warm as he drew the magic in deep. A simple weave was required for a wound of this depth but he added a few wards against any chaos influence that could have been on the blade that caused the gash.

A gasp escaped Felix's lips as the magic touched his body. First he felt freezing cold then blazing heat which ebbed away leaving a dull ache in his thigh. The gash had completely sealed over, leaving a thin white scar. Nodding appreciatively at the mage Felix flexed his leg. Except from the numb sensation everything was the same as ever.

Suddenly the silence was rent with a sound like tearing cloth only much louder. Whipping around, Felix's jaw dropped in shock at the sight before him.

The fight between Kilik and Astaroth is set on the Ice Coffin of the Sleeping Ancient (which for story purposes is near Ostrheinsburg :P). Decided to have Astaroth in right at the beginning in his new form as he would resemble a demon in Gotrek's eyes

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Astaroth chuckled to himself as he hefted Kulutes into the air. The giant axe's dull gleam was almost completely obscured by his opponent's blood. With a throaty roar he swung the axe in arc over his head, thundering towards the icy floor.

Kilik raised his staff to block the giant's strike. The force of the blow sent tremors through his arms and drove him onto one knee. As the axe was raised again, Kilik thrust his staff forward into Astaroth's stomach causing the big brute to double over. Another thrust, this one to the jaw, knocked the monster to the floor. Readying himself for the fatal downward stroke, he was sent flying by a vicious kick.

"Ergh you fight real good for a kid," grunted Astaroth as he heaved himself to his feet, "but me; I'm the best there is." Still reeling from the kick, Kilik readied himself; his knuckles whitened on his staff as he braced himself for the killing blow. Time seemed to slow, the axe descending at a snail's pace. Shutting his eyes, Kilik could feel the air rustling his hair; his end was near.

"Filthy Demon!"

"Aaaaargh!"

There was a meaty thud and the sound of ice cracking. After several seconds the sounds of struggle were over. Opening his eyes, Kilik anxiously peered around. Suspended from the tusks of the strange beast encased in the ice was Astaroth's body. The monster's head hung limp and there was a large rent in his chest plates.

Standing next to Astaroth was an extremely short but hugely muscled creature with a ridiculously large crest of orange hair. Kilik's eye was immediately drawn to the monstrous looking axe that was held in one ham sized fist. A large iron chain linked the axe to a thick manacle; oddly that was all the stranger wore except for thick leather boots and dirty linen trousers.

Shaking himself to sort out his nerves Kilik walked towards his odd looking rescuer. Raising his staff up with one hand to show he meant no harm, he called out to the orange haired warrior, "hey, you there, axe guy!"

The stranger suddenly stiffened. Kilik felt the air crackle with tension as the 'axe guy' straightened, tensing muscles like iron blocks. As the man turned round Kilik saw that his face was very ugly: a thick orange beard hung to his waist, almost covering a stomach and chest as well muscled as his back and arms; a fine golden chain hung from an obviously broken nose to an equally mangled ear and a black eye patch covered a ruined socket.

"The name's Gotrek manling."