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I stormed out the shrine, feeling sick to my core.
I couldn't believe how Khara had used me, I couldn't look at the Eldar in fear if what I would do- I'd either break down into tears or lash out in rage.
"Are you oka-" Yarsa started.
"Yes," I snapped quickly.
It was a sorry sight outside, undoubtedly Chaos was running rampant, corpses were played with, defiled and discarded. Burnt out husks of once proud vehicles dotted the area and many structures had been brutally torn down.
However the most utterly demoralising scene was the combined Imperium and Xeno forces fleeing, a Greater Daemon of Khorne- the Bloodthirster- chasing them down.
Humorously, only two thoughts came to mind: How on Earth would I explain this? And how the Hell would I clean it up!?
"Are you sure, it's not just something yo-"
"Yes Yarsa. I. Am. Fine."
Four Stormravens, three squads of four Valkyries and maybe four Tau Aircraft descended and the fleeing troops embarked. As the small fleet of vehicles ascended a single Stormraven sighted me.
The VTOL craft moved nimbly through the air, jinking enemy fire and evading Helldrakes, that was when the Bloodthirster beat it's leathery wings and took chase, through a feat of pure Daemonic power- the greater Daemon caught up to the speeding transport.
The Daemon gripped the side of the transport, causing it to spin madly- fortunately for the crew, a burst from the Hurricane Bolter tore through the hand the Daemon was using to hold on. It's gripped failed it, and the Bloodthirster smashed into the ground as the Stormraven corrected itself.
The vehicle got to the shrine quickly and touched down, it dropped it's ramp to reveal an almost full bay of Sentinels and Grey Knights.
Karha decided to grace us with her presence, I didn't even look at her as she passed and entered the bay.
The ramp and Stormraven began to rise as I walked up it, though just as safety was within my grasp, something searingly hot wrapped around my leg- the Bloodthirster's whip.
I was forced backward and safety was ripped from my grasp- the Stormraven not risking another pass.
I was alone.
"Hon, move!" Yarsa commanded, taking control of my legs and launching me out of the way of what would have been a cleaving blow from the Bloodthirster's tremendous axe.
I ran and fired behind me as the Bloodthirster gave chase, the ground shook under the Daemon's titanic might.
The whip lashed out again and it caught my leg, I frantically tugged at the whip as the Bloodthirster raised it's axe to bring down a killing blow.
Yarsa kicked in, she drew my Eldar sword and brought it up to intercept the axe. The two weapons connected in a blast of astonishing light.
I was suprised that my arms didn't shatter under the amazing force (Bloodthirsters are strengtu seven after all), but I was even more shocked when the Bloodthirster recoiled from the force.
However the whip was still firnly lashed around my ankle and all it took was simple tug for the Bloodthrister to bring me back into it's clutches. As I was forced to my doom, it raised it's axe arm and backhanded me.
Blood ran thick from my nose and lips as the Bloodthirster switched the lash for the crushing grip of the hand.
The Daemon lifted me by my ankle to infront of it's horned head. I was dangling upside down as it blew a reeking breath into my face.
Once again Yarsa took charge.
As the Bloodthirster brought me closer still, she stabbed out with the sword. It pushed deep into the face of the Greater Daemon and it screeched in pain.
I was dropped and something just clicked.
The next part wasn't Yarsa, it was all me and instinct.
I hit the ground and rolled off, I came up onto my feet and stabbed the blade into one leg and then brought it out and then into the other leg.
The Daemon came down onto it's knees and swung it's axe around. I stepped back and brought my sword down- hard.
The sword pumched into the Daemon's wrist and carried on- severing the hand and blade.
I reached down and picked the huge axe up, it physically burned my skin as I hefted it onto my shoulder.
I swung the axe around and it slammed into the Bloodthirster's chest with enough force to fully knock it down. I heaved the blade out and then slammed it down onto the Daemon's skull.
It exploded in a shower of gore.
"Wow, that's a lot of pent up agression," Yarsa joked.
I was about to reply with a smartmouth comment when something came down hard on the back of my head.
I hit the floor and passed out.

When I came round I was on a battlefield, thrown before the combined forces. I was just about to clamber to my feet when something pressed down on my back- The Daemon Prince's foot.
That's when I heard the order cried from Russian lips.
"FIRE!"
The Earth itself shook as the artillery batteries, Baneblades, Hammerheads and Fire Prisms unloaded at the Prince. A railgun slug smashed into it's face and it stumbled backward, I used this opportunity to scramble forward as the rounds tore into it.
Once the dust had settled, the Daemon lay still and dead.
But the sword was glowing now and a second warprift was torn open. This time however a Keeper of Secrets, the Greater Daemon of Slannesh stood there.
The combined forces saw the greater Daemon and decided they weren't going to take their chances. The army turned and ran, I decided to join them.
It mumbled an incantation as everyone fled from it, but I had a strange urge.
I had the urge to sing...

Okay so the next few chapters are going to be sing-song ones, so I'd like to make a disclaimer in adavnce.

I do not own or claim to own Evanesence, Tenacious D, Kansas or any other bands/songs I use.