@kishin asura
((The person isn't there. whoever you were talking to, you sorta talked into one of their dreams.))

@supertinyking

((Oh.....))

((Let's try this again.))

Asura looks around. Slightly confused

@supertinyking

The shadows blend together in an area close by to the battlefield, creating a portal that allows everyone's favorite hooded tactician to step out before it disperses. "Well, I guess this is where my line of work is taking me now...guess I just have to figure out who or what I'm fighting for. In the meantime, I guess I'll have my own fun." Michael decides to take a scenic route of sorts, the fighting in his midst not yet his main concern as of now.

@ShadowVentus
From what he sees, many many things are taking place, a what appears to be priestess being rather near by, and farther on, a crashed ship which harbors some troops remaining, a wounded man on the floor, bleeding from a wound in his torso, a man standing near what looks to be someone in metal armor, which appears to be a giant, two women near him, one with bunny ears, and the other one looking to be a mage of some sort. Well, that's all he can glance, before a streak of red soars right past his face, as the dominion troops, having been saved by the terminator, turn back around, and notice the tactician.
"He must be with the clones, he just used stealth tech to warp in. Detain him, with lethal force if necessary!" One of the soldiers screams, a grunt in black armor, hiding if he's human, alien, or whatever is in between. Six soldiers in total advance towards Micheal, weapons at the ready.

@kishin asura
Little need to say, to quote Master Rizzle...shit be wack, yo. Literally, everywhere is someone with a super soul, or magic, or both. One girl has about, 30 or so souls on her, the priestess. There is the fellow in terminator armor, who's soul is pure white, and seems to not give a shit about the madness wavelength. There is a man with a golden soul, that radiates a strange warmth to Asura. There is a group of people clumped together in a ship, and that's not the half of it. Little need to say, if Asura was ever going to be confused of what to do, now may be the time. However, as it seems people are about to die, possibly, action may be preformed in ignorance.

@supertinyking

"Heh..well, one of the best ways to learn about the plans of a possible foe is to surrender. Guess I'll do just that..." With that self-conversation concluded, Michael puts his hands in the air, patiently waiting for the soldiers to close in on his location.

@ShadowVentus
They do, the soldiers surrounding Micheal, and one of them forces his hands behind his back, while he is cuffed. "You, my friend, are going to ha-" One soldier starts, pulling out a scanner, before going silent. "..Shit, he's not a clone. He's human...mostly....mutant human. Sorry, sir, it seems like you are not who we thought you were. Head out of here, it's dangerous and we'd hate for a civi to get hurt. Lots of paper work to handle...." Another soldier says, as Micheal is uncuffed. It seems that they mistook him for a clone, for some reason. Rather odd...maybe something worth looking into.

@supertinyking

"A clone, you say? Just what do you mean by that?" He inquires while massassging his wrists, feigning ignorance like it was second nature. A tactician must always be prepared to divulge himself in new info. As far as he's concerned, this world had plenty of knowledge to offer. For all he knew, he could speaking to the "good guys". A few meaningful conversations could get him the information he required.

@ShadowVentus
".....you..don't know what a clone is? You must be younger than you look, that or else come from an extremely sheltered home world..Clones, they're things made by machines. They look, walk, and act like people..but..aren't. They're pretty much fleshy machines, really. However, some clones decided that it would be a nice idea to try and overthrow the government, and we're keeping the peace...by destroying every last one of the rebellious little shits." One soldier explains. However, speak of the devil, and he shall appear..or...she, in this case, as the priestess walks over, a branch held in her hand.
"Leave that poor man alone, and drop your weapons. No need for violence..." The woman says, to which the men respond by all aiming their weapons at her, and all of the soldiers seem..terrified.

"My apologies, but you soldiers shot first...consider this my move in self-defense." Saying this after moving slightly in front of the squadron, Michael extends his right hand away from him, forming a large, draconic skeletal hand. Using this hand, he hits the group hard with a swift back swing, sending them flying. As quick as he had formed it, the bone hand crumbles away as he returns his outstretched hand to his side. "Who might you be, milady?" He asks, rather curious as to why the soldiers were afraid of her. The tactician chooses to keep his hood on for the time being, feeling that his hidden identity could be a useful bargaining chip for the side he had apparently chosen through this act.

@supertinyking

Not knowing what else to do, asura decides to protect the ship filled with people

@Angel of Light@Stephanie Dola@kishin asura@ShadowVentus@supertinyking
Slowly, the terminator raised his Storm Bolter. "Then you shall die a heretic's death, as you lived a heretic's life." He aimed for the being's face, the bolt rounds filling up with psychic energy. Built to tear through magic, to disrupt the magical constructs known as Daemon, to slaughter those who would use the power of the Warp against the Imperium of Man. There was no way of stopping the round once it had been fired, besides with excessive force. A single round would do, piercing his body like tissue paper and destroying his body with the explosive force.

And yet, a moment before he fired, a couple appeared in front of him. A strangely deformed mutant, clearly a servant of Chaos. And by her side was the sorceress from earlier, in the middle of a spell. The change of plans was instant, there was nothing else to do. He could sense the power gathering, and he knew that this girl was capable of incredible destructive prowess. He didn't wait to question how she was manipulating such an amount of power, nor what it was about her power that felt so alien to him. He didn't even react to the bunny eared girl with the grenade launcher, immediately recognizing the threat for what it was.

The Nemesis Daemonhammer was perhaps one of the most devastating personal weapons in the Imperium's arsenal. The apex of the Nemesis series of weapons, a modified version of the original Daemonhammer. The weapon was covered in arcane sigils, and contained a force field generator that created a wave of force capable of destroying tanks with ease. The Nemesis variant was further enhanced with the power to channel the psychic power of the user into a devastating combination, and to tear through all forms of magical protection with ease. It was the ultimate weapon against the forces of Chaos.

Of course, Lina knew none of this as the weapon accelerated towards her face. The Terminator's strength was formidable, capable of crushing steal with his bare hands. And yet it seemed to have increased even beyond this point, augmented by a powerful psychic technique. The hammer moved with speed and grace, but most of all power, as it ripped it's way through whatever arcane defences she might posses. It was perhaps the perfect weapon to deal with one who relied so heavily on magic, and her physical form was far from capable of withstanding the force of it's impact. Should the Daemonhammer meet it's mark, there was no doubt that it would destroy her completely. The mere force of it's swing would have crushed her head like a melon, and the wave of kinetic energy caused by the force field generator interred in it's head would turn her entire body to chunky salsa. The psychic part of the weapon would then go above and beyond the call of duty, annihilating her very soul together with her body.

The fate of all those present was condensed, and might depend on those few milliseconds before swing and impact, those miniscule moments before the climatic blow would land.

@kishin asura"Hey scarfy, come over here I wanna talk wit ya." Rex calls out to Asura, he waves his hand to indicate him to come over.

@Snarfulblast

Asura flies over to rex

@thewizardguy@snarfulblast@thewizardguy@snarfulblast@thewizardguy@snarfulblast@thewizardguy@snarfulblast@thewizardguy@snarfulblast

Eclipse gasped as he heard Kiyoki's magically thrown voice. Someone in their group had released that sea-dragon? And then he knew exactly who it was. It made sense now why the vampire was so confident about the hydra not being interested in their ship. HE had released it.

But the vampire had also left the dimension in an irate flash. The rest of them were innocent, except for perhaps Albert, who seemed to have a personal vendetta against the dragon emperor. Eclipse then saw the long line of the city's people, all holding hands with a unparalleled sense of patriotism and loyalty. He stopped short and gasped, reading their spirits, their hearts. They were standing there VOLUNTARILY, holding hands, and barring the hydra from destroying their city and reaching their emperor with their own lives. The hydra of course, didn't care.

Eclipse leapt off the dragon and burst into a set a wings and flew toward Kiyoki. "Captain!" The paladin-demigod was speaking to Kiyoki, who seemed to be in charge. "The one who released the hydra is no longer with us. He did so entirely on his own, without our knowledge, so we are innocent." He landed on some lower ground and walked a few steps, not drawing any weapons. Kiyoki did not seem convinced. "Please, you must order your people to flee to safety. The situation is dire." Moved by the emotions of the people and by the threat to their innocent lives, Eclipse knelt down and gave in. "I am Eclipse, god of love, justice, and truth. I cannot deny you my aid. Please tell me anything you know about how to fight this creature, and I will do everything in my power to assist you."

@kishin asura"So scarfy why are you here, Im here cause I felt a lot of death from here. But why are you here?" Rex coughs up some more sludge."Dam holy magic." He says quietly.

@Snarfulblast@kishin asura@thewizardguy@supertinyking@Stephanie Dola

Not far from where somebody was about to die by Daemonhammer, there was a clone ship lying on its side. This is the site that one Mithias Varomere ported, and his surprise arrival was not taken with any measure of restraint. The fighting began immediately, for as soon as he opened his eyes and stepped forth through the portal, several dozen clones looked to him as an enemy and fired their lasers.

Flinching instinctively, Mithias drew his blades and attacked. Limbs were severed, throats were cut, screams rang out the open hull, and blood poured down the exposed metal. Several clones turned and ran at the sight of this brutal assassin actually drinking the blood his victims and using their bodies as a shield. It was all over in less than a minute. The outworld vampire jumped down from the broken ship and surveyed with lighted red eyes the scene of what he would come to learn was planet, Tor 5. He was covered in clone blood, and the burns he had taken from the lasers were already healing. Due to his foreign nature to this world, Mithias was highly resistant to the native laser guns.

Mithias looked at his blades. "I am never going to get these cleaned." He began walking off in a direction...

@Snarfulblast@Wraithblade6@thewizardguy@supertinyking@Stephanie Dola

I really hope they hurry up with the getting the target and retreating thing. I can't exactly keep teleporting about forever.

While his capability to damage others in melee exceeded both of them easily, they did have the benefit of great distance between each other. To that end, White Rabbit unloaded her entire Grenade Launcher in the Space Marines direction, but not a single shot landed home. At the same time, the mortar barrage began- but it didn't hit the Space Marine either. It didn't seem to be targeted at him, but rather, where he had been. Had she miscalculated?

As smoke rose from the mortar fire giving the Grey Knight quite the impressive look as he ran at them, White Rabbit activated her teleport system and came out past the mortar fire by a few dozen meters. Lina naturally accompanied her, who likely completed her not very destructive spell by that point. Rabbit took her second to last weapon out of the bag(After dropping her Grenade Launcher), a guided missile launcher that was made for anti tank purposes, comparable to a Krak Missile. She pointed it in the direction of Valentus, and...

[LOCK AQUIRED]

She fired.

While that was going about, she spoke into the Clones communication system to make it clearer.

"Hurry. Up."

@Angel of Light@thewizardguy@Wraithblade6@Snarfulblast@kishin asura@supertinyking@ShadowVentus

He was big, he had power, and his stride was that much greater than a normal man, but that still wasn't enough to cover the distance in the time he would need.

Lina completed her spell as soon as she arrived, releasing all of its destructive power upon those who opposed her. Oddly enough, it lacked destructive power. All it did was make rain pour for the sky. It was raining incredibly hard, but it was just water in the end, and she was sure normal water couldn't take down this Behemoth.

The Goliath was charging at her, but that would never break Lina's concentration, even if the spell didn't much of it anyway. It was a simple spell, most novices could do it.

Even if he could close the gap milliseconds ever she recited the spell, it would not be enough time to keep up the rabbit's teleportation speed. She was truly a valuable ally, as long as she lived up to her end of the deal of course.

At this point, Lina's major part was done. It was all about cleanup from this point forward.