Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20131112014410/@comment-14745711-20131121070006

OOC: okay Danny, I'm starting to get annoyed now.

IC: the Lion Guard emerge coughing and chocking through a great mass of smoke, all with dirtied armour and some with wounds to the leg or arms, but all alive and capable for battle. Nablanel is with them also and Yannos still staggers on, though with great damage dealt to him.

Nablanel sees that Wartem is slumped on the ground. "Perfect, take it out!" The lion guard and Yannos charge forwards, towards the unconscious beast. But as Yannos grasps hold of the beast it vanishes away, but where to, they do not know. "Dam! What now? Oh Lion, tell me what I should do?" He sits cross legged on the ground and thinks for a moment, as if he was listening to some one. "We head for the fortress. Someone manipulates us towards there, so that is where we shall go." "Yes brother Librarian."

The Angels begin to pull back from the portal over the now barren wasteland towards the fortress and several of Sayians and a few of the wastelanders follow after them.

Avatus meanwhile has awakened but is still to exhausted to return to battle. He lies, splayed out over a plain white bed, eyes starring sightlessly up at the ceiling. But he is not dead. The apothecary stands watching him from the side of the room. "10 minutes now, just 10 minutes."