Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20130719024255/@comment-7232811-20130719142854

(the warlord titan is, by this point, in mortal danger. The god-machine has sustained severe damage, & is leaking plasma from dozens of tears all over its body. Its hellstorm cannon is wrecked, & the mighty construct is scarcely able to remain on both its legs. It has not gone down with out a struggle though, as one of the warhounds is currently no more than a blackened crater, & one of the reavers, unable to take the strain of the punishment it was forced to go through, has toppled over, a blackened, burning, but still salvageable, wreck. The remaining reaver (the one with the powerfist) is, despite the loss of its cannon, still making the attempt to try & tear the reactor from the warlord's guts, inspite of all the other injuries it has sustained. With no close-combat weapons, the best the warlord can do is try to clumsily swat at the reaver with its one functioning arm, trying to desperately bat it away, while all the while, the remaining warhound continues to chip away at it with its plasma blastgun. Eventually, one of the shots is true & strikes the warlord in the back of the knee, causing the metal to run like wax & locking its limb in place. Trapped, & unable to flee, the titan is powerless to prevent the reaver from plunging its powerfist into its torso, & tearing its reactor from it in a spray of plasma, fire, & molten metal. While the two remaining titans fall back from the dying warlord, the once proud god-machine staggers & sways as a blinding light builds up in the crevasse that was once its chest. Just as the two remaining titans flee the blast area, the warlord crashes to the ground, just as it finally explodes in a blast that ravages everything nearby.)