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((Kay, officially moving on without Light and Stephanie now))
New enemies appeared from nothing, the foul Necron emerging from their twisted Webway. Valentus was not sufficiently well versed on the Necron to grasp the importance of this particular Necron Lord, but he recognized the threat his guard posed. And even as they charged him, he focused his full efforts on them. He fired his Storm Bolter at the advancing soldiers as they closed the distance, Bolter rounds slamming into their bodies, only to deal relatively little damage. It would take a more heavy-duty weapon to take down the Necron, and Valentus knew just what was required.

The first Wraith arrived next to Valentus, a massive creature of twisted necrodermis and scientific abomination. It's claws swung towards Valentus, the blades phasing through multiple dimensions in order to inflict maximum damage on a molecular level. They never struck their target, however, as Velentus struck downwards with the Daemonhammer. An explosive wave of force crushed it from above, pulverizing the circuitry and armour, even as the psychic shockwave further blew it apart. The second Wraith was luckier, using his ally's defeat to slice into Valentus' side, the high-powered claws managing to deal significant damage even to the Terminator Armour. The third attack was deflected, as two Bolter round blasted the creature sideways.

"Allow me to grant you the death you were denied, abomination." With those words Valentus dashed forward, propelling his immense bulk over the body of the slain Wraith towards the Necron Lord that controlled them all. If he could defeat the Harbinger of the Storm, the remaining Wraiths would be but minor threats. More importantly their computing and decision-making abilities would vastly decrease, making them far less of a threat to this civilized world. Even if it cost him his life, he would have to take down the Necron lord behind it all, to land just a single blow on it's metallic grey head.

A series of shadows seemed to smash into the side of the Wraiths as they sought to prevent Valentus' assault, to little effect. However, the presence of an ally on the battlefield was reassuring. The soldiers had either been cut down or fled, their backbone was vaslty inferior to that of the Guard. Even as Valentus pumped his muscles full of psychic energy, shooting forward at superhuman speed, he mused to himself how he would change that. Clearly they lacked the Emperor's guidance, and had merely fled the scene. Someone interested only in their own life is not worthy of the life of a soldier.

The hulk shot forward, hammer swinging, as he arrived in front of Immorteth. The Necron Lord found himself faced with the Paladin's full might, although he was now covered in small cuts and damages. And that full psychic might was bearing down on him with the force of a small intercontinental nuclear missile, great waves of force emanating from him.