Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-24821739-20140419184522/@comment-24821739-20140503214603

OOC: The bolded areas are the introduction of the new player, and I wanted it to be epic. :D Meet [Lone Wolf 902]   (Sorry for the errors, notepad sucks.]

''The Warrior moves with preternatural speed, dodging the shots from Aloysius' shots as it slices at him with it's talon when he lands, scouring a mark, but not penetrating the tough ceramite. Aloysius moves right, nearly missing the swipe of another talon.He shoots again, hoping to find his mark, but the Warrior is just too fast. It throws a flurry of blows, Aloysius uses his bracers (fore-arm protevtive plating) at precise angles to "deflect" the blows, firing as the flurry comes at him. Faster and faster the two move in their dance of death, Aloysius always able to deflect the blows at the last second. The Warrior's Armor is punctured in a half dozen places. The warrior feints left and backhands right, knocking Aloysius through the air, Aloysius fires his jetpack for an elegant backflip, and lands on his feet near the Bulwark.''

''Draven proudly bears multiple scratches and dents in his armor, although none have broken the blessed metal. Moving throughcutting left and right, Draven racks up a kill count triple the count he has been hit. Draven remembers the Orc horde thatdestroyed his squad and killed Sargent Engelicus.Relishing in the bloodshed, Draven begins to lose control, feeling almostanimalistic, relishing each and every kill. Draven rips the head off of the nearest gene-stealer, and raises it to his lips..... Disgusted with himself, he throws the head at the nearest Ripper, decapitating it. He focuses now, remembering his oath. He will not become like his mentor....''

''Ansgar moves through the packed clearing, slicing left and right with a precision not normally seen on the battlefield. Hisblade finds every weak point in the armor of his foes, surgically removing heads, arms, even armor plates as he sircles the Bulwark,Protecting the Imperial Guard. Ansgar remembers the slaughter of McCragge, and fights with even more determination,working the Imperial Guard into a frenzy with his battle-chant, their accuracy improves. Watching the marines take down manyof the foul xenos with every movement.''

''Ranil fires with speed and precision into the horde, most of the time killing two or even three with one shot. Directing the fire of the IG, he soon makes a killzone far deadlier than las weapons should be... Ansgar's battle chant and the directionof Ranil have turned the Imperial Guard into a force that would take an entore squad of Space Marines to overcome. This in turn has lead to a massive pile up of tyranid bodies, and as more fall, the imperial guard climb higher, andhigher, givingthe already deadly stream of las rounds the height advantage. Ranil focus his fire on the largest swarms of Rippers, knowing that if they were to get anywhere close to the Guard, the entire bulwark would fail.''

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'Hearing the cacophony of munitions fire, he sprinted up the hill t'word the tree. When he arrived, he took off his gauntlet and flexed his fingers. Then he climed straight up the tree, using his elongated fingernails to dig in to the bark and cement himself to the tree. He reached the top and unslung his primary weapon, using the powerfull scope to zoom in on the area the noise was coming from. He saw the sight he had been hoping for weeks to see. Four Space Marines were in the midstof a clearing, facing off against an uncountable horde who continued to pour out of the woods'''. ''

He braced his weapon on his shoulder and fired...

''In the middle of the fighting, every tyranid stops moving and turns to the west, looking for something. Th Warrior screams in agony as it's right claw melts away. The tyranids begin fighting again, however the tide of the tyranids begins to shift to thewest, moving for the shot that had wounded it's leader. ''

The weapon bucks back against his shoulder...

''The Warrior uters a screech louder than the entire horde as it's left claw melts away, as if being eaten by acid. The tyranid horde falters, and begins to mill around, wondering what was going on. Why they weren't in contact with the Glorious Hive Mind anymore. ''

The weapon fires a third time, and he smiled.

The Warrior is silenced as a hole appears in it's left temple, '''then the head melts. '''

''The Tyranid horde folds in on its-self, clawing and biting at everything. The Imperial Guard begin to buckle, as the numbers pushing against their killzone multiplies by ten-fold. Noticing this, the Marines of Kill-Team Alpha Jetpack back to the mainbulwark, lending their fire to the onslaught. With the combined fire of the Marines, the Imperials survive the frenzy of the tyranids, and the entire horde lays at their feet. ''

'''As one, the Imperials look at him. He grins to himself, then holsters his weapon and jumps out of the tree. Landing lightly, near her, he begins sprinting to the bulwark. She runs alongside him, glad that she didn't have to sit anymore. '''

'''As he draws near the Imperials can see that the figure is vagely humanoid, covered in fur. there are teeth where the neck should be... There's a bolt pistol attatched to it's hip, and an Astartes Combat Knife attatched to it's other side. There's a Plas-teel tubeprotruding up from it's back, and it seems to be smiling. '''

'''Beside it is a wolf of epic porportion, easily 1.5x the sixe of a Space Marine when standing on it's hind legs. It's demeanoris that of passiveness, noting the newcomers with apprehension and excitement at the same time. She seems to be covered in the same chitinous fibre-armor that the Tyranids have, one plate covering her back and another on her head.'''

'''The figure extends his had t'words Aloysius, the one that he thinks is the leader...... '''