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Back at the Bat Cave, Terry leaned against the supercomputer and stretched his sore neck, as Bruce looked over the camera footage he'd pieced together from the Batmobile's camera and nearby surveillance equipment. Terry had tried to hunt down the perpetrators responsible for tonight's attack but had come up empty. Whoever these behemoths were, they knew how not to be found when they didn't want to be. "What's with the green thing?" Terry asked as Wayne went back over it's grisly and almost humorous decapitation, "I have no idea," was his reply as he zoomed in on the corpse" but, looking at all of the fetishes and trinkets this thing has on it, along with it's appearance, I can easily say it's not natural. Somewhat reminds me of Etrigan…."

This perked Terry's interest as he groaned in despair, "Not him again! I had enough fun with him running around last Halloween! Besides, he dies way too easy to be some demon, and the guys who plop in after him have way too much tech-gear to be like him." Terry stopped to watch the one with robes whip out his energy whips to smash the cruisers together and cackle, "Except maybe that one." he mused and rubbed his shoulder where the pistol had singed him.

"Demons and wannabe wizards are often found in the same places Terry." Wayne said as he focused the screen on the giant with the winged helmet. "Their boss looks like the biggest threat." Said Wayne. Remembering the threats from earlier, McGinnis narrowed his eyes and stood straight. "Bruce, come on, these guys are like 7 feet tall, their mothers were tanks, their dads probably chased down Englishmen, they toss around magic, and have medieval weapons from hell. What makes this guy the bigger threat?" With a sigh of patient exasperation, the previous batman explained to his young counterpart, "Look at how the others act towards him, like wolves going on their bellies before their alpha male, neither of the other two look him in the eyes, when he steps forward they stay one step behind him. We've seen what his henchmen do, fly with oversized claws and use strange powers, but all he does is look in their direction and they stand attention. Leaders are leaders for a reason Terry."

McGinnis took all of this in and nodded. "All right old man, I get the hint, but what do we do? I punched one in his wounded side and I'm pretty sure I felt more pain than him. The guy was like a steel wall." Standing and stretching Bruce Wayne yawned and began to head up the stairs to his mansion replying, "They've gone to ground for the night, most likely going to try learning more about their new surroundings before trying anything else, you go home and rest, I'll see what I can do to learn of our new guests."

Finding shelter in an abandoned apartment building's sub-garage, there Herrig, perched on a large dumpster like a gargoyle, staring at Allenes' wounds hungrily, and the sounds of his tongue running over his teeth could be heard over their vox-link. Shink shlun sshishk "What's that you're saying brother?" Allenes snapped, his hand straying to his plasma pistol. "Your tongue is caught on your teeth and you want me to loosen it? Just give me a second to aim at that disgusting maw of yours." Herrig chuckled and rhythmically tapped his claws on the graffiti-covered dumpster as he teased the throttle on his jet engines.

"Calm yourselves, brothers." Came Sothil's soft growl, "Allenes, tell me, where did your little portal take us? I've yet to see any of the corpse god's marks on this world and from their looks of horror; they have no idea what an Astartes is." Sothil sat on a pile of fallen concrete, cleaning his pistol with a rag he'd ripped off one of his recent victims. The group hadn't taken his orders to "disperse and live" seriously and had to kill three before they did. They reminded him of the riotously colored harlequin elder he'd fought after the legion had dispersed after Tsagualsa.

Allenes straightened up and deferred to his lord, "I am not sure, I think that when that blasted greenskin tried to escape into it's 'big green', it reacted exdentently with my attempts to hold him there." Seeing the blank looks of his brothers, the sorcerer withdrew his blade and began to scratch into the decaying plaster wall, "Imagine it this way, the ork's spell tried to pull him somewhere else, but my etheric bindings were holding him back, although somewhat elastically, and the backlash threw us the opposite way, the warp being the splinter-minding mistress it is, threw us with as much care as a bored child with a rock at a pond, we've sunk somewhere unknown, undiscovered, and untouched."

Herrig looked at the scratchings and snorted, "Lotta words for just being shoved in a slingshot from hell." Sothil rose and walked closer and mused over the diagram. "This can work" The Chaos lord turned and gazed up through a window looking up at the city above, "A new world, unspoiled, unknowing of the true horrors around it. Pristine, and blissfully ignorant. It must be enlightened. How would we bring the rest of the legion here?"

"Impossible lord." Allenes stated flatly, "I can sense no astropaths or enough psychic energy to move a pebble on this planet." "The ork had a heap of moss for brains and he could do it, why not the all powerful Aleenes? The raptor sniggered at it's own jokes. Allenes stared at the creature like it had sprouted scales, a second head and called him a grox lover. "The head… Bring me the head, and we may have a chance."

Outside, the sounds of motorcycles and mocking laughter rose up. Apparently the local harlequin worshippers did not take kindly to the slaughter of their comrades-in-rags. Sothil clicked home a fresh magazine in his pistol and began walking to the garage's entrance. "What about their heads?" he called over his shoulder. Allenes readied his own pistol as Herrig crawled after their lord. "You can never have too many spares lying around my lord"