As the warrior priest stood facing towards the champion of the dark powers he muttered many prayers up to the blessed hammer bearer asking for his strength this day. All around him fierce combats were raging between the followers of the ravenous powers and those of the believers of the light. The priest readied his hammer and tested its weight, it felt good he swung it at a nearby raider, the impact crushed the disbeliever's chest and he fell to the ground dead before he hit the floor.
The champion continued along his route to the priest, he would show him the true gods this day.
With a final blessing to Sigmar, the priest lifted his hammer and ran to meet his enemy head on, he swung his weapon down with great force and to his shock and amazement his opponent made no effort to dodge his blow, the hammer rained down, almost faster than the eye could see the champion lifted his arm and with his massive hand caught hold of the hammer, the priest could not believe what had happened, staring into the black abyss inside of the champions helm, he started to weaken with fear, slowly the red glow of this demonic entity started to surround the champion of chaos, from deep within the visor the priest could make out two eyes glowing with a hatred of a thousand souls...