Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20130719024255/@comment-8257990-20130719133639

NO! This day will not be remembered as the day I fled anf left the Sentinels to die!

(With the last of my stregnth I make it to my feet, and begin chanting in a language unfamiliar, even to other sorcerers or the fiends of the Warp... Without hesitation, abyssal Sorcerer Ahmundai begins chanting, the same ritual and in time... As if they all knew what was happening, most of the Guardians kneel and raise their sowrds towards the Traitor Tank line)

You wanted to see the true power behind the abyssal ritual? Well... here it is!

(Within a second, the full powers of Abyssal Sorcerer Ahmundai, the enchantments on the Guardians and myself are combined... this sheer power would be enough to kill weaker beings by itself... But this was not enough... Seconds later, an endless barrage of psychic missiles is fired, similair ro doombolts... These are not just coming from the sorcerers however, the very blades of all the Guardians are too projecting them... But the worst part, I appear to be guiding the movements of every singe bolt myself, and i guige them all towards the Traitor Imperial tanks, the first blast is colossal in power, but is followed by around 20 seconds of smaller, less deadly blasts... Practically decimating the traitor tanks, a few bolts are also guided to one of the reaver Titans, but this only causes a few glancing blows)

This is power... this... is...

(Without another word, I fall to the floor, seemingly unconsious... The Guardians and Ahmundai drag all of our dead and myself back to the imperial trenchline... Whether we are retreating or preparing to fight on, none but Ahmundai can say)

- Alhendors Du'un of The Forgotten Legion