Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20131221150837/@comment-28917471-20140122105026

IC: With each step, Gruemeneal and his 7 servants got closer to their targets... Gruemeneal could already smell the blood of the wounded Marine's.

Suddenly, Gruemeneal heard as a single stone moved from the wall, he looked at the shadows, and saw his pursuers.

Gruemeneal: Arkaghn, your disciples lack some stealth. Maybe this is the reason why the humans still draw breath in this Fortress...

The Hierarch of the Incubis charged at the Haemonculi, and only held his Klaive-Sword as it reached Gruemeneal's throat.

Arkaghn: You lack the reflexes that are necessary to live Haemonculi...

Gruemeneal moved the Klaive from his throat with his left hand and said.

Gruemeneal: I have died many times, young Hierarch, and my next death shall be no less tasteful, than that of the humans that will taste agony from my hand. Will you aid me in my bloody celebration?

Arkaghn: Their heads are mine for the taking! But I'm willing to share the prey with you... They must be close...

Gruemeneal: Lead the way, Hierarch, I can't hold my feelings of the Bloody sensations any longer...

The combined Forces of the Haemonculi and the Incubis made their way towards the fighting marines...