Angron stood, looking at the area in front of him, scores of his followers flanking his sides. Seething in anger he shredded the letter that was given to him, and spat at the thought of this 'Creator'. "This pathetic being... Thinks he can hold me!" He began to claw at his demonic features. Pain... Pain. The nails were singing, and they demanded blood. "Blood for the blood god! Skulls for the skull throne! Bring me the others heads you weaklings!"
Various berzerkers split up into their own raiding parties, thundering across the pavement in a frenzy, no plan other than kill whatever they saw. Their lord demanded blood and they would not deny him. None followed Angron however, the demon prince marching along by himself. That was when he noticed what seemed to be a flare in the distance, Angron grinned and immediately made his way toward the flame.
Various berzerkers split up into their own raiding parties, thundering across the pavement in a frenzy, no plan other than kill whatever they saw. Their lord demanded blood and they would not deny him. None followed Angron however, the demon prince marching along by himself. That was when he noticed what seemed to be a flare in the distance, Angron grinned and immediately made his way toward the flame.
Angron roared with delight at seeing the two humans before him, but was angered by their impulse to retreat. Cowards, they will die this day. The nails were singing a terrible song, one that made his head feel like it was imploding. Just need to kill, only kill, must kill. By the time he reached where they had been they were already in the jungle, the nails voicing there displeasure at the denial of fresh kills.
In a frenzy he began to hack wildly at the forest with his ax, the daemonic material cutting the trees with ease. "You will not deny me a fight! I will have your skulls!"
Elsewhere:
A group of twenty berzerkers fervently rushed towards Arisa and her group, making no attempt at concealing themselves. Screaming war cries and battle chants.
In a frenzy he began to hack wildly at the forest with his ax, the daemonic material cutting the trees with ease. "You will not deny me a fight! I will have your skulls!"
Elsewhere:
A group of twenty berzerkers fervently rushed towards Arisa and her group, making no attempt at concealing themselves. Screaming war cries and battle chants.
Angron was surprised by how strong this girl and man were, for looking so small and frail, they managed to do more damage than even a Primarch had done to him. He emerged from the smoke, the cannonball lodged in his chest and his brass breastplate completely destroyed. "You... Are strong for such a small girl. Killing you will please Khorne!" The nails had stopped singing by now. Yes this fight was enough to please them for now. He rushed Mami and punched her in the chest, sending her body flying into a nearby temple, and sending her through the frail wall.
"Now it's your turn..." Angron shifted his attention to Bylin, rushing towards the warrior and swinging his ax overhead, aiming for his head with all of his force being put into the blow. The earlier attack from the girl had stunted the Daemon Prince a bit, and he was visibly slower than he had been, however. "I will have your skulls!"
"Now it's your turn..." Angron shifted his attention to Bylin, rushing towards the warrior and swinging his ax overhead, aiming for his head with all of his force being put into the blow. The earlier attack from the girl had stunted the Daemon Prince a bit, and he was visibly slower than he had been, however. "I will have your skulls!"