The Daemon host waited near the weakened veil, their sister armies success in a distant battlefield on the planet had raised expectations of the other hosts by their patron, carrying this sense of anticipation to the point of anger and frustration was the Bloodthirster Bar'badon, his brother Mor'badon had been the leader of the successful incursion, should Bar'badon hope to gain greater favor with Khorne, he would have to out do his brother. At the promptings from the Traitorous changeling he had waited, promised a foe whos defeat would surely acrue the blood gods favor. weeks had passed, the Bloodthirster growing ever more impatient, turning on underlings in psychotic fits of rage, until a small contingent of blood angel marines crested a nearby hilltop.
Brother captain Furion gazed upon the valley below, it was srewn with rocks and boulders, broken burnt out building littered the countryside,, and a small spring gurgle with fresh water from an underground source. He motioned for his marines to hold, seasoned veterens of his command, they obeyed without question, something didn't feel right. There had been no reports of enemy activity in this sector, but his gut told Furion something wasn't right.
A marine broke vox silence "sir the spring..." he sounded unsure of himself. Furion turned his gaze back to the spring and bit back a curse, the clear spring water was gone, in its place a crimson ooze gurgles, the waters surface seeming to form tormented faces, only to disapear and reform a few moments later. Furion Barked out the order over the vox immediately "{re[are for battle, Daemons incoming!!!"
no more than a second later, a beast more than twice the height of a space marine lept from the spring, in a spray of what Furion now recognised as partialy congealed blood, its leap brought it right into the midst of Furion and his marines.
Furion could not help but admire the bravery of his brother marines as they not only held thier ground before the towering demon but advanced upon it.
Seasoned veteren's of battles beyond counting they ducked and weaved around the daemons furious onslaught, firing a damning rain of righteous fury upon the demon.
Furion turned his atention from the Bloodthirster for a moment, more demons were leaping from the blighte spring, smaller spindly daemons, who cackled and gibbered in excited glee, but unlike the bloodthirster they held back, keeping tthier distance froim the marines, this would prove a fatal mistake, Furian would make sure of it!!
The devastator marines performing overwatch, opened fire upon them, with a barrage of sanctified rockets, very few of the daemons survived, still more being ppicked off by his Marines who had refrained from engaging the bloodthirster. thier was a deafening howl, Furion was knocked off his feet by a blow from behind, he saw the bloodthirster clawing at the smouldering sockets its eyes had but a moment before occupied. in an insane rage the Bloodthirster charged forwards, swinging wildly, furions marines leaped out of its path, it charged onwards blindly, untill it struck th Razorback transport, it brought its axe crashing down on the Razorback crushing its cockpit doubtless killing the pilot.
The Bloodthirster bellowed in impotent rage, dismayed by the disturbing lack of mortal blood shed to honor the bloodgod.
Mid howl a rocket, no doubt guided by the emporer himself! flew straight and true, striking the beast in its open maw, the beast could give little more than a breathless grunt of surprise, before his head exploded in a rain of blood and gore.
Just as Furion thought the battle was over, another hulking figure, had entered the fray, wearing Space marine armor! it grinned wickedly, three men who had met his gaze were reduced to little more than piles of ash, the space marines opened fire, their determination to lay low the traitor marine burning brighter in thier breasts perhaps than their devotion to the emperor himself..
The daemon hissed and cursed under the hail of endless bolterfire, until finally, its mortal connection severed, whent, screaming back to the immaterial of the warp.
Hey guys, well Thrifty and i had a match after uni today, 1000 points each, and well, erm, i got my ass kicked basically, combination of poor tactical choices and bad rolls, pretty funny actualy XD. Sso we spent perhaps a good hour perhaps talking strategy and army composition. and by the end of it i tihnk we hit upon a good core setup, so the next time it should be definitively less one sided XD
oh well win some lose some, and atleast my wins/loss ratio is still 1/1 lol, laters.
