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An explosion lit the darkness around the ten-lane highway, as both the death-cultist and the Lord Inquisitor turned into a mist of bloody gore and bone as the bounty hunter swore, fumbling for his weapon. Krieg had already spun on his heel, Skyhunter clenched in his gauntleted fist as the heavily-customised plasma pistol roared, the bounty hunter's head disappearing as it was incinerated by a bolt of plasma as hot and as bright of the surface of a star before he fell in a heap. The servitor's hellgun blared, sending a flurry of laser death flying at the Hive-Ganger only for the few shot's that hit to harmlessly dissipate upon contact with Krieg's patchwork armour as the Hive-Ganger dived behind a section of fallen plas-crete. The remaining death-cultist screamed at the loss of her twin, drawing a sword in each of her hands as she sprinted at the Hiver's cover. She covered the distance with three stride's as she expertly planted a foot on the topmost edge of the plas-crete pillar and front flipped over it, stabbing out with her swords at Krieg only for them to impale a helpless patch of powdered rockcrete before she was sent flying backwards by the Hive-Ganger's iron-shod boot impacting her left temple.
Dropping at his knee, Krieg turned as his autogun barked on full-auto at the servitor, the ten-millimetre rounds tearing through the bionics and flak-plate like a knife through parchment before the machine-thing fell silent as its synthetic organs and life-supporting bionic's were shredded by the deluge of steel whilst white 'blood' fell from the gaping wounds. The elite Hive-Ganger rose to his feet, levelling the rifle at the death-cultist only for the weapon to click empty just as the cultist leaped up and pulled a razor-sharp sickle, its edge glinting in the firelight, from behind her back before running at the Hiver. Krieg, a veteran of close to a decade of skirmishes and gunfights in the depths of a hive hurled the empty autogun to the side as he leveled Skyhunter at the approching swordmaiden and pulled the trigger. Instead of turning the cultist into a steaming pile of ruination, the Plasma pistol overheated, luckily it was the result of an emptied plasma flask combined with sub-par care from Krieg as liquid plasma dripped from its maw with a hiss instead of exploding.
The Hive-Ganger snarled, tossing Skyhunter over one of the Centaur's before drawing his power sword, a beaten and battered single-edged meter of plas-steel notched and pitted by months of long use and engraved with the faded names of the greatest hero's of the imperium, its powerfield covering the blade with a shimmering blue haze as Krieg lashed out with it, the notches in its edge producing a wail as it cut through the air at the death-cultist. The lithe figure of the blademaster managed to narrowly duck under the sidelong slash, her sickle managing to slice through Hive-ganger's Chem-metal jacket and into the back of Krieg's knee, not deep enough to be able to disabling him but causing a torrent of hot blood to rain from the cut as the death-cultist slid past him. Yelping as his right leg gave out underneath him, Krieg dropped to his knee as he reflexivly lashed out blindly behind him, his wild swing warding off the attempted backstab by the death-cultist as she backflipped out of his reach.
Rising shakily the his feet, Krieg kept his bad leg behind him as he switched the power sword to his left hand whilst his right coiled into a fist. Smiling, the death-cultist broke into a sprint, intending to finish Krieg in the next strike with her sickle raised over her head in a two-handed grip. Letting out a groan as he put weight on his bad leg, Krieg raised his clentched right fist at the approching cultist and, using his thumb, hit a tiny concealed button on the side of his ring as the blood-red eye of the serpent emblem inset on the onyx-black stone glowed white hot whilst a melta-bolt erupted from its centre, catching the death-cultist in the chest before she could react as the top half of her body fell back, her legs taking another stride before crumpling to the ground with the interconnecting tissue vaporised by the Digital-weapon.
Snorting, Krieg hawked and spat on the ground as he turned away only to catch a chestful of steel, curtosy of the hooded figure from before, not piercing his armour but still knocking the wind out of him as he staggered back, managing to suck in a raggard breath as next shot hit him doing little but knock him back another step as the hooded person closed in with quick strides. The 'Chick-chank' of his shotgun echoed through the damp night air, coming within the reach of Krieg's power sword was the cloaked figures downfall however, as the Hive-ganger's energized blade sliced downwards through the massive shotgun, the fist-sized shells detonating as the blade's power field sparked, sending both combatent's reeling to the ground with massive shards of shrapnel flying through the air.
Krieg's body screamed at him in pain as he coughed up a gobbet of blood and broken teeth onto the rockcrete road, whilst the near-toxic cocktail of chem's he took nearly an hour earlier along with his dulled nerves couldn't prevent the massive wave's of agony lance through his body, even with his Chem-metal jacket and underlying Sub-flak armour with Armaplas and Plasteel reinforcement a great number amount of shrapnel and burning liquid propellent along with dozens of pellets had pierced it and embedded themselves into most of his upper body. The Hive-ganger couldn't feel his left arm and indeed, as he raised it to his face it revealed a mangled stump instead of a scar-covered fist, muscle's and tendons exposed to the air with the bones of his finger's broken and the blood-tinged marrow dripped from the shattered ruin and onto the ground with a dull 'pit-pat'.
Groaning at the overpowering sensory overload he was experincing Krieg glanced ahead at the clocked stranger from before, somehow still-standing, the person in question had his shroud blown off by the blast, revealing the pitted scout armour beneath with its marking's painted pitch-black except for his shoulder, marking him out as a member of the Dark Angel's. His ear's and eyes aching from strain Krieg made out in the haze that he was saying something, "-mmitive, Target secured, send down the second bird to my locater-beacon" Was all he managed to make out before the Dark-Angel turned and started walking towards the downed Hiver. Krieg's right hand went into his jacket, his hand closing on the grip of the Judgeslayer as the Dark Angel stood right in front of him before crouching down to his level. "Look at you Krieg Dokken, Leader of one of the most notorious Hive-Gangs in the Detanian Sector and a honoury Tech-priest to boot" The Dark Angel started, leaning close to whisper into Krieg's ear, "When we get back to the ship, we will torture the infomation out of you, flay the flesh from your bones and turn you into a frakking servitor who still won't be worth cleaning your own blood off of my boots when we're done with you" He finished, even though he could'nt see the scout marines face, Krieg knew that he was smiling.
"Not in this life" Krieg replied grinning with a maw of broken teeth he pressed the barrel of the Handcannon the Dark Angel's chestplate and pulled the trigger...