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The Force Commander simply stared directly into the female orks eyes, as if to intimidate her, knowing full well it's a wasted effort. In fact, Orks, literally to not know what 'fear' is nor what it means. Unfortunately for him, he honestly wasn't sure as to what he was looking at. It appeared to be a dark skinned human, while wearing ragged foreign clothing that he had never seen before. To be perfectly honest, he probably wouldn't know that he was looking at the ork if she wasn't wearing a lower metal jaw under her real jaw. That and her slit eyes with almost glowing red irises. At this point he was done thinking, now it the time for action and with that final thought he lunged straight at the dark skinned figure, his dark red chain-sword with a platinum saw screaming in the air like a wild animal.
Kilz was surprised to say the most, not least, most. She had anticipated the Force Commander to charger at her first, and was well prepared for it. She counter charged the Force Commander and did the most surprising thing, one that the no one could have possibly predicted. Just as the Commander was about to bring down sawing doom upon her, she grabbed his wrist and did the most graceful somersault possible as she slammed the Force Commander's face into the ground while simultaneously twisting his arm. The result ended with the Force Commander dropping his weapon and Kilz's foot stepping all over his face.
She then took the hapless Space Marine and through him into the wall, the cave's interior cracking at the force. She grinned in satisfaction, though somewhat disappointed in the Force Commander.
"Wuz dat all you got Space Marinz?"
He chuckled slightly at the irony of being taunted by an Ork. He placed his chainsword back at his side and reached behind his back. He unhooked the pistol bolter than he had been saving for a situation just like this.
The Space Marine, with the speed no human could possess, quick aimed his bolter pistol at the ork's cranium. Now under normal circumstances, a regular bolt pistol firing at her would most likely be the equivalent of toddler throwing a pebble at her.
But this wasn't a regular bolter.
This bolter was custom made at his request by a Techmarine who normally spent his days at the local Factory, often overseeing the production of powerful vehicles, such as The Sturdy Leman Russ Battle Tank or the Holy Land Raider.
The said Techmarine and the Space Marine who was fighting the Ork had been brothers in arms for quite a while, almost a full ten thousand years.
The Bolter than the Space Marine had asked for him to create was unique, at that was to the absolute least in this case.
Blessed with Holy bullets dipped in holy water, each bullet fire contained a micro explosive cell, capable of shattering even the armor of Terminators if fired enough. It was effectively, an anti-everything gun.
So when the Bolter fired, BoneKilzja hadn't expected such a "puny wepon" to shatter the left side of her face, damn near almost killing her if not for the shrapnel passing a centimeter away from her brain. The Ork screamed in a fit of both pain and anger. It was times like this Kilz was grateful for the Ork's tough physiology. The Ork wasted no time to recover as she covered what remained of her face with her Klaw and fired at the Space Marine with her Shoota. Needless to say, the Ork returned to her formal, Orky state.
Riful, recovered from her surprise from the unexpected guest, realized the situation had realized that she didn't want this "Orc" to die.
So she decided to handle the situation herself.
Earlier, the battle suddenly turned south for Kilz, as the Space Marine suddenly felt a surge of power in him as he realized that he was now the one on top. He charged at her, the Bolter firing two more shots at the already wounded Ork. She endured three gaping holes in her torso, two in the chest and one near her stomach but was thankfully blocked by her E'avy Armor. The situation was turning grim; with the only thing keeping the Ork going was in inability to feel fear and her unending want to fight and kill this zoggin Space Marine! The Ork counter charged at the Space Marine, her Kustom Shoota firing full blast as the Astartes, forcing him once again dove to the side. She wasn't a Warboss for nothing, as she soon closed in on the Space Marine, lifting her Klaw to deal the quick finishing blow.
It back fired.
The moment the Ork lifted her Klaw, the Space Marine roared in Righteous Fury as his eyes and chainsword glowing in Holy light. Kilz eyes widened in small surprise as her Klaw arm found itself violently removed from her body, all the way to her shoulder. Being an Ork of course, she then resorted to using her Shoota to hit the Space Marine, only to have the Space Marine use his right leg to kick her five feet backwards.
She landed quite hard, her armor blocking most of the rocks as she impacted the ground.
The Warboss however, was unfazed. That wasn't the problem. The problem was that her body refused to comply. Specifically, her arms limbs refused to move. The Space Marine was heavily, the attack taking all of his might as one of the Emperor's finest. The energy that had filled his was something all Space Marine had the ability to harness. It was known as Emperor's Fury. It was basically mustering all the Emperor given psionic energy ones soul has been blessed with and releasing it to transform a warrior into a near invulnerable, unstoppable warrior for a set period of time. Only problem was to one has to either have to build of the set energy by centuries, if not millennia of mediating or fighting on the field of battle for a quite an amount of time. It is an ability very few get to use and most never see in their lives. The damn abomination should be grateful for forcing him to release such a powerful cast.
The only problem was that it took enormous amount of energy but once used one or twice, the body and soul gets used to it and the set individual is allowed to use it more frequently. It is advised it is used as a last resort, as it takes a tremendous amount of willpower and energy, leaving the individual drained.
The Space Marine smirked at the battered form of the Ork. Her Face hadn't started to heal yet, since the shrapnel from the blast was stuck within her wounds but the rest of started to heal rather quickly. He wasted no time, and with a final charge surged forth with a battle cry that would make the Emperor proud.
The wounded Warboss let out a mighty Waaagh! in defiance with a smirk that would make you thing she had just beat the living shit out of the Space Marine.
It was at this moment that Riful intervened.
The Space Marine felt flabbergasted, along with side emotion such as being perplexed and downright confused.
One moment he was about the foe responsible for plundering over 33 worlds into utter war and chaos. Ha, Chaos. He found it amusing that The Traitors and Emperor Damned had someone found its way to his words describing the most perplexing being in the universe.
The next, he found all four of his limbs bound by a strong sort of ribbon-like strips, and his weapons long gone from his grasp.
Sergeant Tomanthius Bogins was perplexed. His nickname earning Tom for those who simply did not wish to address if full name at times. A long, but simple name none the less.
"That will be quite enough out of you." the small girls voice rang out, deceivingly innocent sounding. The voice did not fool the Space Marine one bit.
He was angered. Greatly.
"Release me to damned witch; I will have your head for this!"
Riful frowned in response.
"My, my, have you no manners. Even the most uneducated of brutes no how to treat lady with respect" and as she said this, the strips around his body increased their pressure around his limbs, as she began to pull, hard.
"Perhaps it's time you learn some manners", and with those words she yanked with those four strips with all her might.
Needless to say, the result was both exciting and enjoyable.
Exciting to Kilz, despite her now wounded-but-better state and enjoyable to Riful because well.
She's Riful.
The Space Marine's arms were ripped clean off, the armor screeching in agony as it was pulled along with its fleshy bearer.
Riful smiled at the screams of pain from the once proud Space Marine, as her strips burrowed deeper into his armless torso.
This was gonna be a good day.