The Weapons We Wield

"You see, this is the problem with relying on advanced technology that we barely understand," Alexandros explained as he ripped his helmet off. A thick axe jutted from one of the temples. It mirrored a cut in Alexandros' own head where blood happily slipped down his chiseled features.

It gave his grin a more deranged or courageous visage, depending on one's view of the Second Son.

The Ork Warboss, standing at twice the Primarch's height, bellowed, "WAAAAAGGGHHH!"

Alexandros hefted his shield closer to his left side. If the blood slid into his eye, it would impair his vision in a potentially fatal way. "Indeed. Such technology could, in fact, have a major impact on war itself."

The giant green beast swung hard with a klaw easily capable of bisecting the Primarch. Moving with an impossible speed, Alexandros slid beneath the air-breaking swing. Xiphos sliced into the monster's side. Blood spurted from the new wound as Alexandros spun, reforming his stance. "Yet, if such a technology were to be proven unwieldy, then all of that anticipation and possibility is for naught."

The future steadied, coalescing for a moment beneath the onslaught of greenskin energy.

"SMASH!" The giant Ork bellowed as it turned. In its turn, it reached out and slammed its powered weapon into the* Resolve of Balov. *The ruined rhino tumbled through the air. Forewarned, Alexandros leapt into the air. His feet landed on the rhino's side as it continued to spin. Alexandros ran with the spin before hopping onto the other side. "I suppose that is one answer to such unreliable technology."

The Warboss' reply cut off as the air itself shrieked with power. In a flash, a new giant entered the fray, surrounded by his loyal bodyguards.

"You're late," Alexandros quipped, blood now pouring into his eye after his bout with gravity.*

The Ash-Blooded charged, cape flying behind him majestically. "My apologies," he offered before swinging the unholy cross between sword and axe. The Ork giant did not react in time. Ash's weapon cut deep into the xeno's bicep. It screamed, but the Lord of the Shadows was not through.

The edged tip of his weapon snagged on bone. As the Ash-Blooded intended.

With a meaty fist, the Ork warboss swung at the Ash-Blooded's head. It slammed against adamantium. Alexandros grunted beneath the blow, but his shield held steady.

The Ash-Blooded roared before he pulled with all of his might. The sound of ripping skin and muscle filled the air as the arm came loose from the greenskin's body. It howled as it stumbled back.

"Care to do the honours?" Alexandros offered with a nod.

The Ash-Blooded strode forth as he lifted his blade in both hands. "Always." [[Category:W]]