Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-28917471-20130921092907/@comment-12187207-20130923212733

A daemonette was walking through the broken craftworld lookinf for something to seduce and kill,then the daemon heard a whistle se turned but found nothing then she heard another one and another and always she turned to face nothing but the empty corridors of the once shining city.

Daemon:Where are you stop hiding.

Dietrich:As you wish daemon(a great figure lept from the hight dropping like a stone with sword and axe in hand,as he hit the ground he took away the two arms of the daemon)now you repent,with fear from me(he then cuts the daemonette head off making it roll a few steps away from the now vanquising body,and so the head dissapears as well)

Windwalk:You have not lost your touch,but now you're old.

Dietrich:Shut up yet again!