Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-14745711-20140210200623/@comment-25068159-20140225232908

IC: Talik leaps into the sky, at first he seems to curl up into a ball, but then he splays his arms out, releasing a torrent of energy and painting himself as a black sillhouette in the sky.

Talik (in a dark, deep, gravely voice that echoes): Fall, sons of chaos. Fall, sons of hatred. Perish, all of you!

he strikes into the ground, releasing a blast of energy. He throws waves of power and smashes through the chaos space marines with ease, his rage giving him strength. Soon, the dead pile up around him, and the necrons rally to him. With his immense power, they begin to push back the chaotic marines.

But talik is not done. His rage knowing no bounds, he blasts through more soldiers, tearing them apart with psychic energies. Even as he does this, he by instinct uses his daedrites to release volley and volleys of energy into the chaotic forces.

OOC: Psykers FTW.