1 "Blood for the Blood God, Skulls for the throne of Khorne"
The cry of the charging berserkers echoed out over the battle field- unholy chain axes carved through human flesh as the Guardsmen tried to run for their lives. As the imperials fled from the berserker marines of chaos closed one man stood.
Veiled by a long black cloak the solitary figure stood, awaiting the charge of the frenzied fighters. As the reached him he throw hi cloak asunder and in the blink of an eye he drew a magnificent sword. The sword flickered with a blue light and was as tall as a man. Wielding the sword in both hands he charged the Berserker. The sword cleaved thought the ancient power armour as if it wasn't their and three heads toppled to the floor and a forth berserker fell- split in two.
The strange warrior was dispatching the rest of the squad when a terrible cry echoed over the battlefield. A daemon of Khorne had arisen- on that was known as a Bloodletter. The Daemon stood seven feet tall and wielded in one hand a might daemon sword, covered in the blood of the enemies of Khorne.
The warrior advanced towards the daemon and they stood staring at each other for what seemed like an eternity, then suddenly the daemon uttered an unholy cry and charged. The two mighty blades clashed with almighty sound- daemon weapon verses magic sword. The blows rained down thick and fast on the warrior but each was blocked easily. Suddenly the warrior flipped backward- throwing the daemon off its balance, then the onslaught started. Now it was the warrior who was on top, the daemon struggling to block the blows, the warrior suddenly leapt into the air and as he did so sheathed his sword, his hands begun to glow and he unleashed a bolt of fire straight at the beast, the daemon screamed as its flesh burned and it fell to the floor. The warrior drew his sword and brought it down on the daemons neck; the daemon screamed its last and then returned to the warp.
The battlefield lay empty- the warriors of Khorne had been cut down by the armoured company which had arrived to reinforce the battle line. The warrior stood staring at the slaughter that was before him, he turned, collected his cloak and walked away from the battlefield and back to his ship- he wanted to leave this planet- it was only fit for crows as it was now.
The cry of the charging berserkers echoed out over the battle field- unholy chain axes carved through human flesh as the Guardsmen tried to run for their lives. As the imperials fled from the berserker marines of chaos closed one man stood.
Veiled by a long black cloak the solitary figure stood, awaiting the charge of the frenzied fighters. As the reached him he throw hi cloak asunder and in the blink of an eye he drew a magnificent sword. The sword flickered with a blue light and was as tall as a man. Wielding the sword in both hands he charged the Berserker. The sword cleaved thought the ancient power armour as if it wasn't their and three heads toppled to the floor and a forth berserker fell- split in two.
The strange warrior was dispatching the rest of the squad when a terrible cry echoed over the battlefield. A daemon of Khorne had arisen- on that was known as a Bloodletter. The Daemon stood seven feet tall and wielded in one hand a might daemon sword, covered in the blood of the enemies of Khorne.
The warrior advanced towards the daemon and they stood staring at each other for what seemed like an eternity, then suddenly the daemon uttered an unholy cry and charged. The two mighty blades clashed with almighty sound- daemon weapon verses magic sword. The blows rained down thick and fast on the warrior but each was blocked easily. Suddenly the warrior flipped backward- throwing the daemon off its balance, then the onslaught started. Now it was the warrior who was on top, the daemon struggling to block the blows, the warrior suddenly leapt into the air and as he did so sheathed his sword, his hands begun to glow and he unleashed a bolt of fire straight at the beast, the daemon screamed as its flesh burned and it fell to the floor. The warrior drew his sword and brought it down on the daemons neck; the daemon screamed its last and then returned to the warp.
The battlefield lay empty- the warriors of Khorne had been cut down by the armoured company which had arrived to reinforce the battle line. The warrior stood staring at the slaughter that was before him, he turned, collected his cloak and walked away from the battlefield and back to his ship- he wanted to leave this planet- it was only fit for crows as it was now.
