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Warmaster Death
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Musical Score: Act of God - Fear Factory
The skies had darkened in the past five minutes as the survivors hobbled and limped towards the Apokritan queen, the atmosphere seemed to reflect that of the survivors, their hope and determination reflected against the dark sky by bright flashes of lightning and the booming roar of thunder.
Uriel noticed little of this, his eyes focused solely on the monsterous Queen Halictadel, her multilimbed bulk blocking their path to the gate
"why can it never be easy" Uriel muttered darkly to himself, albe now to shamble forwards after the others, though his feet and legs burned like he had run several hundred kilomitres in seconds, his entire body felt like a lump of lead, but the Sergeant pushed on, he had to, Sura and the others needed him to be at his best, or as close to his best as he could be in his present state.
Uriel looked around him at the bloody ruins of the Apokritan swarm that had been cut down by the ISAF, and spared Lamord's blast, a greenish black soul light emenating from the bloodied chunks of man and creature.
Uriel grinned as he slung his assault rifle and reached out to the lights, which leaped into his hands and sunk into his flesh.
Uriel stood like this for a few moments before the burning sensation in his arms and legs began to fade, they began to shake less.
after a minute, the sensation had gone, replaced by an energetic feeling, like Uriel had rested well and his limbs were streached and ready for soem form of excersize.
much of the Corpse light still remained, and Uriel drew this to him as well, sending it to his comrades, healing them of their wounds and empowering them slightly, they would be able to move as fast and with as much agility as they had ever been able to, and Uriel still drew in more energy, and as the others moved forwards, this energy coalesced into a a swirling sphere of necromantic energy, tendrils of black flame licking the corpses around Uriel, which withered and decayed at the touch.
soon the shpere had become bigger than Uriel and with a gutteral roar of dark words and phrases, Uriel directed the wnergy at Halictadel and with an ethereal scream, the sphere unravelled like a ball of string, a thick strand of energy speeding towards Halictadel like a blast from a flamethrower, though it looked to the survivors as it passed overhead to twist and turn slightly, like a snake slithering across the sky.
at last, as the front edge of the strand touched The Apokritan Queen's front limbs the last vestiges of it left Uriel's hands, and the Necromancer Sergeant sprinted as fast as he could towards the others, now some way across the bridge in front of him, unslinging his Carbine rather awkwardly as he did so.
Uriel realises that he can use the corpses and soul energy of the dead Aorkitans and ISAF soldiers to not only heal and rejuvenate himself and the other survivors, but also create a massive surge of necromantic energy, which he sends at Halictadel, his aim to weaken and rot her flesh enough that the weapons of the survivors can injure and hopefully kill her.
the blast of energy looks rather like a gout of flame spat from a flamethrower, though it seems to imitate the slithering of a snake.
The skies had darkened in the past five minutes as the survivors hobbled and limped towards the Apokritan queen, the atmosphere seemed to reflect that of the survivors, their hope and determination reflected against the dark sky by bright flashes of lightning and the booming roar of thunder.
Uriel noticed little of this, his eyes focused solely on the monsterous Queen Halictadel, her multilimbed bulk blocking their path to the gate
"why can it never be easy" Uriel muttered darkly to himself, albe now to shamble forwards after the others, though his feet and legs burned like he had run several hundred kilomitres in seconds, his entire body felt like a lump of lead, but the Sergeant pushed on, he had to, Sura and the others needed him to be at his best, or as close to his best as he could be in his present state.
Uriel looked around him at the bloody ruins of the Apokritan swarm that had been cut down by the ISAF, and spared Lamord's blast, a greenish black soul light emenating from the bloodied chunks of man and creature.
Uriel grinned as he slung his assault rifle and reached out to the lights, which leaped into his hands and sunk into his flesh.
Uriel stood like this for a few moments before the burning sensation in his arms and legs began to fade, they began to shake less.
after a minute, the sensation had gone, replaced by an energetic feeling, like Uriel had rested well and his limbs were streached and ready for soem form of excersize.
much of the Corpse light still remained, and Uriel drew this to him as well, sending it to his comrades, healing them of their wounds and empowering them slightly, they would be able to move as fast and with as much agility as they had ever been able to, and Uriel still drew in more energy, and as the others moved forwards, this energy coalesced into a a swirling sphere of necromantic energy, tendrils of black flame licking the corpses around Uriel, which withered and decayed at the touch.
soon the shpere had become bigger than Uriel and with a gutteral roar of dark words and phrases, Uriel directed the wnergy at Halictadel and with an ethereal scream, the sphere unravelled like a ball of string, a thick strand of energy speeding towards Halictadel like a blast from a flamethrower, though it looked to the survivors as it passed overhead to twist and turn slightly, like a snake slithering across the sky.
at last, as the front edge of the strand touched The Apokritan Queen's front limbs the last vestiges of it left Uriel's hands, and the Necromancer Sergeant sprinted as fast as he could towards the others, now some way across the bridge in front of him, unslinging his Carbine rather awkwardly as he did so.
Uriel realises that he can use the corpses and soul energy of the dead Aorkitans and ISAF soldiers to not only heal and rejuvenate himself and the other survivors, but also create a massive surge of necromantic energy, which he sends at Halictadel, his aim to weaken and rot her flesh enough that the weapons of the survivors can injure and hopefully kill her.
the blast of energy looks rather like a gout of flame spat from a flamethrower, though it seems to imitate the slithering of a snake.