Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-14745711-20140202070935/@comment-14745711-20140208074913

OOC: sorry about taking so long. But Talik, you are kind spoiling the story, plus that is immpossible, you can detonate the bombs, but you can't be allowed to just escape. Really sorry about nerfing your post.

IC: the explosions immobilise ships on both sides for a while, stalling the conflict. On the ground however, the battle manages to continue. The Chaos marines break appart the attacking wedge of Space Marines, but the fury of the assault forces the Children to focus themselves against the Imperial Guardsmen, cutting them down in droves. Salvavus steps forwards from the throng of struggling warriors and makes for Mokuton, intending to turn the tide of battle once more. The duel begins on an epic scale, warp fire and bright lights flashing through the air. The two minds push back and forth, equal in their strength. Salvavus's voice echoes in Mokuton's mind. "You are strong, maybe even as strong as myself. I should enjoy this, but I don't have the time, we need this victory now!"

He raises his staff, which flares with golden energy, blinding everyone nearby. When the light fades away Mokuton is bound in chains coated in warpfire. Salvavus rushes forwards and stabs Mokuton in the gut, before hurling him backwards into his companions where he gasps for breath, blood staining the ground.

On board the daemon ship Talik is released from the phsycic field, but the others are not. Rarakh stumbles backwards stunned by the mass of explosions. "Not bad, at all. But how skilled are you really?" He lifts his two-handed hammer from the ground. "No physicic powers, just hand to hand combat. To the death."

OOC: this is what I wanted to happen.