Everything was going according to plan. The mission moved smoothly, slight hiccups in its execution but steady overall. Arcinax had a hostage- a valuable one. Behind him a vampire was kept in tow, Kitja. Bindings kept her wrists together while a gag muffled whatever noises she may make. Already his dominance had been asserted over the female who followed him, head hung and watching the ground. The pieces were falling into place. Arcinax had managed to regroup with his entire troop, a feat he had not expected to come to fruition. A full squad was a deadly force no matter where they were. Through rough persuasion the space marine had managed to get a location out of the royal vampire. He didn't care if her people damned her for her actions. As far as he was concerned, she was his at the moment, proven by how he chose to drag her along with him rather than kill her. Whenever there was too much slack he yanked her forward just hard enough to not swing her through the air. Arcinax was in a good place.
Suddenly it appeared. What was it? Cloaked, shrouded. It hid its identity!
Before Arcinax could speak one of his soldiers was already assaulting this strange new entity. Aelius was a fearsome soldier, prideful in the dual chainswords he wielded. What the commander expected to see was this stranger to be cleaved into several pieces, a macabre example for jumping a unit of the Inquisition. What ensued in actuality sent rage and confusion down the space marine's spine. This creature moved like nothing he had seen before, faster than even the Eldar. In one swift motion Aelius was deflected away through a line of buildings, presumably incapacitated from that single strike. Questions poured into Arcinax's head immediately, even more when the creature recited the space marine's name. How did it know him? Why did it hide itself? It was freakishly tall, though appeared to be somewhat lanky underneath the cloak it chose to obscure itself with. Sharpened canines came into view as Arcinax audibly growled, veils along his throat thick. Rage was overtaking him. The other soldiers hadn't moved yet, not after seeing how easily Aelius was dispatched. They awaited commands.
"You dare act as if you can give me orders.. Xeno!" Arcinax roared, unsheathing his power sword from its holster. Energy lit the blade up, vibrant as the tip came to rest against the ground. This wasn't going to be a one on one fight. No, Arcinax had almost his entire squad present and would likely need them to take this alien down. What angered the space marine the most was how it refused to show its face, only those bright eyes visible behind the hood. Space marines were proud warriors. They wore their colors bright, their badges and banners covered their uniforms. They had nothing to hide from, nothing to fear. Until now? Under no circumstances had Arcinax ever simply given up. War had a way of changing people, especially when they were forced to endure it for over a hundred years. In retrospect, Arcinax thought himself as being old, completely oblivious to the real identity this stranger possessed in front of him. Surrender was never an option.
"I don't know where you came from, Xeno, but I am going to send you back there," For the first time since it was put on, Arcinax released the rope which kept him and Kitja tethered to one another. For now he left her to her own devices. No distractions could be risked in the incoming fight that was bound to happen. Regardless of the true differences in strength, Arcinax possessed fierce pride. Even in the face of death he would fight until his body failed to move. There was no other way. It was fight- cling to life, or despair, and embrace death.
It was not his time to die yet.
"Be it in pieces, or pulverized mulch.. it matters not. If you want to take me with you.. you're going to have to kill me first." A stance was assumed, aggressive in nature. Simple looks gave soldiers orders on where to position themselves. Though no sudden movements were made, a circle had been created around the Vaalen who sought to yank Arcinax straight from this dimension. They lived for the Emperor- they would die for the Emperor.
Faith shall not falter.
Suddenly it appeared. What was it? Cloaked, shrouded. It hid its identity!
Before Arcinax could speak one of his soldiers was already assaulting this strange new entity. Aelius was a fearsome soldier, prideful in the dual chainswords he wielded. What the commander expected to see was this stranger to be cleaved into several pieces, a macabre example for jumping a unit of the Inquisition. What ensued in actuality sent rage and confusion down the space marine's spine. This creature moved like nothing he had seen before, faster than even the Eldar. In one swift motion Aelius was deflected away through a line of buildings, presumably incapacitated from that single strike. Questions poured into Arcinax's head immediately, even more when the creature recited the space marine's name. How did it know him? Why did it hide itself? It was freakishly tall, though appeared to be somewhat lanky underneath the cloak it chose to obscure itself with. Sharpened canines came into view as Arcinax audibly growled, veils along his throat thick. Rage was overtaking him. The other soldiers hadn't moved yet, not after seeing how easily Aelius was dispatched. They awaited commands.
"You dare act as if you can give me orders.. Xeno!" Arcinax roared, unsheathing his power sword from its holster. Energy lit the blade up, vibrant as the tip came to rest against the ground. This wasn't going to be a one on one fight. No, Arcinax had almost his entire squad present and would likely need them to take this alien down. What angered the space marine the most was how it refused to show its face, only those bright eyes visible behind the hood. Space marines were proud warriors. They wore their colors bright, their badges and banners covered their uniforms. They had nothing to hide from, nothing to fear. Until now? Under no circumstances had Arcinax ever simply given up. War had a way of changing people, especially when they were forced to endure it for over a hundred years. In retrospect, Arcinax thought himself as being old, completely oblivious to the real identity this stranger possessed in front of him. Surrender was never an option.
"I don't know where you came from, Xeno, but I am going to send you back there," For the first time since it was put on, Arcinax released the rope which kept him and Kitja tethered to one another. For now he left her to her own devices. No distractions could be risked in the incoming fight that was bound to happen. Regardless of the true differences in strength, Arcinax possessed fierce pride. Even in the face of death he would fight until his body failed to move. There was no other way. It was fight- cling to life, or despair, and embrace death.
It was not his time to die yet.
"Be it in pieces, or pulverized mulch.. it matters not. If you want to take me with you.. you're going to have to kill me first." A stance was assumed, aggressive in nature. Simple looks gave soldiers orders on where to position themselves. Though no sudden movements were made, a circle had been created around the Vaalen who sought to yank Arcinax straight from this dimension. They lived for the Emperor- they would die for the Emperor.
Faith shall not falter.
Forever?
Oh, my darling,
If only you could see what war has done to me.
Oh, my darling,
If only you could see what war has done to me.
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