Zhevon stepped over the dead body of a Daemonette, examining the room. Sometimes there were totems of some sort, when there weren't active rogue Psykers trying to incite a portal, to ensure that a rift would open. He wouldn't want to leave without making sure. After a second, a rumbling crack echoed throughout the room, and a rift appeared in realspace. Zhevon cursed and a massive figure walked through it, his hands replaced with a lightning claw and power fist. A Chaos Marine, painted in flamboyant purples, pinks and the color of flesh. The stench of flayed flesh and sex secreted from the portal and the Chaos Marine.
"You!" The Chaos Marine growled,
"Me?" Zhevon replied, surprised that the Chaos Marine recognized him,
"You burned my slaves!"
"I uh, am terribly sorry abou-" Zhevon didn't quite remember him, or his slaves. The Chaos Marine charged none the less, swinging with his power claw. Zhevon rolled to the right, avoiding the claw. The Chaos Marine and his claw impacted with the column that was behind him, the bits of stone fell, revealing a strange dark object embedded within it. That was the totem that was opening the portal. Zhevon darted back in as the Chaos Marine backed up, putting himself in between the column and the Marine. The large opponent swung again, Zhevon very nearly dodging it, making his attack hit the column again. With more of the totem revealing, Zhevon now decided to go on the offensive. He swung his sword right, quickly bringing it around full circle, slashing the totem as it traveled. With enough velocity from the swing, he aimed for the Marines chest. Who moved his massive power claw to parry, only for Zhevon to drop his entire body into a crouch, then slashing at the Marines exposed shins. The power sword cut through the armor with some difficulty, the sheer thickness of the marines armor protecting him.
A voice crackled through his comms, "Zhevon, we have a prisoner here, when you are done playing paddy-cake with the daemonettes come and move her somewhere safe so we can interrogate her later, maybe an old safe house or something of the sort.", Sister Aviza informed him.
"Ah yes." He grunted, leaning back to avoid a massive fist, as large as his torso. It crackled with chaos energies, and he felt its power field lick his chestplate. "Paddycake."
The Chaos Marine roared as Zhevon had ruined his perfect armor. While he was inhumanly fast, Zhevon was just as fast. Waiting for an opening, Zhevon dodged the Chaos Marines attacks as the portal behind him fizzled out of reality. Since the totem keeping it open was destroyed. Zhevon saw an opening and slashed again ducking under a swing, slicing at the underside of the upper arm with the tip of his sword, then bringing it around for another slice at his side. With his position now behind the Chaos Marine, Zhevon stabbed at the exposed area behind the left knee to stun the Marine, swinging it through the knee to slash at the bit behind the right knee. With the Chaos Marine on his knees, a final attack was next. Zhevon turned off the energy field around his power sword and gripped the blade with both hands. He brought it over his head like a warhammer, dropping the edge of the crossguard on the top of the Chaos Marines helmet. The crossguard pierced the helmet. Then his head exploded, as if a small thunder hammer had impacted with it. Zhevon then placed his sword in its scabbard, satisfied that his techniques were still sufficient against Chaos Marines. Then he left the room, following the path towards the rest of his team.
Zhevon entered the room when he his minds fortress was assaulted by a new entity, this was nothing new. What was new was the putrid smell. Then he noticed the ten foot tall abomination standing in the room.
"Eugh, it smells worse here than it did over there!" He spoke particularly loudly, "Are we sure we are fighting the forces of Slannesh? I could swear that the animal in front of us is a beast of Nurgle!" He practically yelled hoping to distract it with his taunts, while checking to see if his team was still alive, which they were. He tried not to notice the red warp tendrils and what they could do.
