Urban Jungle
The Sniper came to underneath a repaired camo-cloak. Panicking slightly, he shrugged it off and stood up, taking in his surroundings. The Astartes was nowhere to be seen, neither was the deceased Warlock. He gingerly took a step forwards, and was surprised when his leg didn't give out under him. He looked down, and was pleased to see the splint that took most of the weight. He could move again, at least.
He didn't know why the Astartes had left him to his own devices, but he'd probably just slow the Angel of Death down. Shrugging to himself, he gathered up his long-las and repaired camo-cloak, ready for another day of moving through the city.
He was approaching what should be, if any intelligence was accurate, the secondary Eldar command post. The first was evaporated in the orbital strike that destroyed the Titan, so if the Autarch was still alive he'd be located here. He slid next to a window on the fifth story building, and scoped out the general area. The strange white building that clearly didn't belong here was surrounded by a flickering force field, and a few dozen Eldar warriors were patrolling back and forth, talking to each other. Moving to the right, his breath caught in his throat as he saw his target, standing in front of a group of winged Aspect Warriors, his own silver-feathered wings standing still even in the heavy wind, a large ebony and ivory device running down the center. His blue armor was studded with those odd Eldar gemstones, and his power sword crackled with energy whenever he slashed. A half-moon of bronze extended from his forearm, with intricate runes glowing softly. The Sniper whistled to himself and put his scope away.
"Fancy." He muttered. Narrowing his eyes, he tried to figure out a way to eliminate his target without bringing all hell down on him afterwards. When the Autarch and his companions rose into the sky, their wings flapping only a few times as the anti-gravity did its work, he scrambled backwards and threw his camo-cloak over himself in panic. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw them head off towards the other side of the city. Frowning, he nodded to himself as a plan drew itself together.
The Autarch fell upon his first victims, a squad of mon'keigh soldiers, his Banshee Mask letting out a shriek that dropped the undisciplines soldiers to their knees. Their commander, his red cloak flapping in the wind, merely winced and raised his chainsword, running towards the Eldar with a shout.
The Autarch's power sword cut the chainsword in half and then decapitated the Commisar in one swing. The remaining conscripts rose to their feet, scrambling for their lasguns, when the Swooping Hawks fell down, lasblasters blazing. Most of them were cut down by their fire, and those that were not were swiftly dispatched by the Autarch and Exarch's power swords. In the few seconds where the Eldar had eliminated the squad, the grenade packs they had dropped during their descent detonated and destroyed their primitive transport.
Nodding, the Autarch raised his sword and they silently ascended once more. The telepathic network set up by the Farseers informed him of the presence of the more dangerous mon'keigh, Astartes they called themselves, nearby. He unlimbered his Reaper Launcher from the center of his wing pack, and armed it while flying. He saw the garish yellow mon'keigh in one buliding, conversing amongst themselves. He slashed down with his power sword, and the Swooping Hawks dropped their remaining grenade packs into the middle of the circle. With speed belying their bulk, the Astartes rolled away, and when they detonated the only casualty was their unfortunate recruits, who's lighter armor proved no use against the high explosives. The Hawks landed in a perfect circle, facing the rising Astartes and firing their lasblasters. The shots rebounded off of the power armor, with only the Exarch's Sunrifle finding a weak point and dropping the white-armored one through sheer volume of fire. The remaining five raised their bolters and returned fire, the shells killing two of the Hawks instantly.
Now The Autarch grinned, emptying his Reaper Launcher into the back of the Heavy Weapons operator before he could bring his Heavy Bolter to bear. He dropped the bulky missile launcher and raised his pistol, firing wantonly as he dived down towards his foe, shrieking. The remaining four astartes turned, unaffected by his screams, and the first died to his power sword's swing. With the Astartes distracted from the Hawks, the Exarch drew his own power sword and joined the Autarch while the remaining Hawks disengaged, understanding that the fight was beyond their league.
The Autarch crouched slightly, staring impassively at the Astartes, who began to mutter some kind of prayer beneath their breath. He offered up his own worship to Khaela Mensha Khaine, and moved forward. The lead Astartes leapt to meet him, his combat knife blurring towards his face at a speed even the Eldar had to admit was impressive.
Against the Autarch, however, it was useless.
Where the Astartes was a blur, the Autarch appeared not to move at all, with his power sword by his leg at one moment and then in the air the next, the Astartes' combat arm dropping to the floor. Without even a grunt of pain, the Astartes lashed out with his remaining fist, which the Autach bobbed around. He slid underneath the blow, and impaled the Astartes through the back of his neck, flicking his wrist to decapitate the soldier. His power sword hissed as blood evaporated on the power field, and he turned to face his remaining opponents, who brought their bolters to bear.
The loud and barbaric mon'keigh weaponry barked repeatedly, and the shells flickered off of the Autarch's power shield. The runes on his wrist generator glowed blue, a sign that they were approaching critical mass, and the Autarch sighed, running forwards. The Exarch swooped down to join the fight as well, but one of the Astartes saw him coming and downed the power sword wielding Hawk with a quick burst of bolter rounds.
The Autarch was displeased at this action. That Astartes died first, and the rest quickly followed. The blood-lust falling from his mind, the Autarch rose from his crouch and clutched the Exarch's bloodied spirit stones to his chest.
"Shea nudh Asuryanish ereintha Asuryanat."
May the blessings of Asuryan protect the children of Asuryan from abomination
A pair of Swooping Hawks retrieved the corpse, which would be stripped for the Exarch Armor later. The unspoken agreement between them caused their return to base.
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The Sniper looked up for the tenth time in twenty minutes, almost dropping his spoon when he saw the Hawks return. Quickly screwing the top back onto his canteen of pasta, he raised his long-las and took a deep breath.
Endgame.