Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20130818133646/@comment-7232811-20130820112756

Ah, I see...

My apologies for my assumptions on your forces.

But back to Tartarus...

(the spectre of Lord Bale hurtles at me with a speed greater than a normal man could register, its mouth open impossibly wide in a deafening scream, & begins to throttle me with one hand while reaching inside me with the other, & I feel my organs turning to ice & my vitality being leeched away as it reaches towards my hearts)

Two...can play at...that...game...

(with that, I reach inside the phantom with my own hand, & with the last of my mental strength, I deliver a pulse of my psychic power within the warp-echo of my former commander. While not banishing it, it blows an ephemeral hole within its torso, causing it to fall backwards. As I fall to the ground, free of its grip, I feel my strength rushing back to me in an instant, & the freezing sensation ebb away as swiftly as it came. I rise to both feet & level my hand in the wailing figure's direction.)

You died once, 'lord'. Now you will do so again...

(with that, I unleash a blast of raw chaotic energy at the ghost, causing it to dissipate in a shower of ectoplasmic warp-energy. The spectre may be gone, (for now at least) but the last words it ever uttered in life carry on flowing with the wind, little more than a whisper, yet somehow audiable over every other sound that occurs on the forsaken world...)

SSSSSSIIIIIIIINNNNNNDRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII..........

(with that, I pick myself up, & carry on to my destination. & I am getting closer...)

All is going to plan, I just have to ensure I reach my goal before one of my foes comes along & tries to ruin my chances of success. Not that there's anything they can do to stop me now though...