Tyki

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@thewizardguy@supertinyking@snarfulblast@Wraithblade6

Even as the daemon prince kneels before the armored giant standing before him, he can feel nothing, his power gone, his connection to the warp snapped if only temporarily as he's picked up and booted in one, swift motion, sending him soaring into the distance with cracks forming along his armor as he begins to escape the atmosphere, launching into the reaches of space with a crystaline shell forming around him, acting like a cryo-pod that keeps him awake for an eternity, perfectly perserved and drifting through the vast void of space with nothing but his armor and his thoughts to accompany him. With the imediate threat taken care of, Stephen turns to the future threat of the encroaching warp storm, his hands coming together as the knowledge of one that's been around since time immemorial to form a diamond shape with his fingers, prisims withing prisms forming in the center of them and around each and every survivor on the planet, his armor becoming a beacon in the darkness of the storm as the prisims shrink, taking their captives with them to another place, a quiet field in a peaceful forest free of the stench of chaos and the troubles that came with it, stephen appearing shortly after the main group arrives just in time to avoid being smashed by a greater daemon that had slinked out from under the rock it had been hiding in.

Just as quickly as the rush of power came, so too did it leave him, the armor bursting into glittering dust on the wind as Stephen loses the power to maintain it, his eyes blank and his arm now changed into the twisted shape of a more beastial appendage that could be vaugely recognized as a crystaline arm, his eyes losing their bluish glow as the last of the power he'd gathered flows out of him to rejoin the natural flow of the multiverse. The second thing to hit him is the exhaustion. While he'd gone through many things, this had been the first time he'd been able to perform magic of any sort and, thus, was completely and totally mentally drained from the events of the previous hour causing his legs to give out beneath him and the rest to follow suit.

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@supertinyking@thewizardguy

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kmzrs6mP3tY

While Tiny begins to see the desired effect at first, he begins to notice stephen collapse, the daemon prince noticing the change in the null's status with the power behind it seeming close to eruption, the only recourse being to either flee and attempt to escape the blast radius or kill him at that moment, his sword falling even as this thought came to mind only for it to stop mid air by some force he couldn't quite pull it free from as he began to feel a burning sensation, not the good pain of the warp but the horrible, agonizing loneliness of the warp being sucked out of him like a swarm of billions of mosquitoes mummifying the average person via sucking out their fluids, his chaotic features fading even as Stephen looks up, his face and voice distorted as he lets out a small whispered "i see", the explosion coming shortly after. While the feeling the energy had given seemed to suggest something massive, akin to an ancient nuke of sorts, instead resulted in a large pillar of what looked to be white flames, gushing up from stephen and into the sky, the clouds parting as the storm rushes from this new combatant like a scared rabbit as large chunks of it are simple converted back to natural lands, the corrupting effects even being countered and even reveresed, causing a spreading hole in the chaos as tiny could see the half-conscious human rise, crystals of raw energy forming over his skin until he's covered in something vaguely resembling a knight's armor, the now uncrowned prince of chaos face with a knight clad in crystal before him, sword in hand and power slowly ceasing it's flow from him as he stares down the chaos marine, asking simply "shall we?" ((got bored with the parasite thing, thought this up a night or two ago. i like it better than making an entirely new char when this functions just as well))

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@thewizardguy

"You'd be amazed at the sort of things mortals can accomplish if they put their minds to it" stephen remarks with a small smirk, his seemingly small form compared to the daemon prince looking almost like a child before a god as, in many cases, this was exactly the situation this pairing would be experiencing. Yet stephen's confidence and smirk never seemed to waver even as the prince's sword comes withing milimeters of his body near constantly, there being a case of literal no room for error in this particular fight while the field of nothing began to crack and shift, almost like something where coming forth from a cocoon of some sort, stephen's guns having long since been put away once this engagement began. The prince begins to notice the cracks, his first attempt at making use of it resulting in his sword slowing by three miliseconds for a small period, which would normally not be noticable or even noteworthy, but at such a high level of skill and power being displayed and required for this fight, it was begining to send up red flags as his psyche was slipping the longer he attempted to try and break the cracks completely like trying to corrupt a black hole. Should he try and stop, he'd find his speed and strength returning almost imediately, the cracks in the null slowly growing on their own, but should he continue his attempts, he could feel more and more of himself slipping away to the nothingness, his speed and strength dropping by normally imeasurable amounts, but the cracks opening up faster, the null slipping away to the well of whatever creature lay beneath

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@supertinyking@Wraithblade6@Snarfulblast@thewizardguy

While angels battled with demons, got fucked over on both ends, and had some time to get their second wind, The group that had escaped the shit fest of flames and pyroclasms found themselves facing a greater but much more easilly dealt with threat: a horde of daemons standing at the edge of the bonfire of souls, watching and waiting for stragglers, the first soldier approaching them only to be cut down in an instant by Blood Hounds of khorne literally ripping him in half between two of them and running off with him as he let out gurgled screams of rapid death only for them to be cut short by the daemons descending upon their long awaited appetizer. The rest of the group, stopped fairly quickly as one of their comrades was swept away and destroyed utterly like it was nothing, causing an impasse that was rather heavilly favoring the demons the longer this wait was going on... up to the moment Stephen arrives and blasts the shit out of them, clearing a path to facilitate the utter nope that was being had that day, Bladed pistols being weilded with deadly percision, felling bloodletters and daemonettes alike as though they were hardly there yet still the horde came at the churning whirlwind of death and thus the pile grew, the lesser daemons making up bottom layer, spurred on by their greater and stronger counterparts while the Blue phantasms of tzeentch plotted in their incoherent babble, the warp rippling around them, changing them and causing them to seem more like humanoid husks of flesh the longer they were looked at as faces were donned, discarded, and redonned by another infinitely until finally one of them seems to come up with a plan, the lot of them charging and screaming as the warp ripples in response, a great bolt of destructive force striking the lone gunman and... doing jack shit, in fact it dissipates around him as though hitting a wall as he fires back, felling them as easilly as the rest. After the failures of the Tzeentch elites, A daemon prince of khorne letting out a warcry that would give an ork the shivers, urging his bloodthirster squad to charge. The hulking brutes due so willingly, their name having not been given lightly as they jockey for the chance to get at the mysterious figure that had just made a mockery of their turf, The first to reach him swinging with an underhand strike, causing the pile of corpses to go flying in bits as the gunman seems to be gone, the other bloodthirsters noticing too late that their brother was already missing one of his horns as one by one they fell, their wounds catching up to their rage and ending them along with their commanding daemon prince even when he does go to defend himself, Stephen being nimble enough to dodge such a stupidly large weapon with ease even when wielded by someone of the prince's size, allowing him the opening he needed to plant a ball bearing right in the neck of the prince's power armor, causing his head to fly off from the force of the rail pistols' dual shot meeting in the same weak spot. At this point, the Daemonettes of Slaanesh retreat, willing to fight and die for their overlord, not allow themselves to be massacred due to ineptitude, And nurgle's rot bringers are pretty much just sort of munching on the corpses contentedly so they don't seem all that intent on fighting currently when there was a meal to be had and meat to spoil, their eating process being more a process of using the bones to pop all their pustules at once and let the thick, paste-like pus seep into the meat, it visible going green and then a deep black within seconds from the sheer amount of bio hazards located within the plague bringers

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@Snarfulblast

I prefer nids :P

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@Snarfulblast

Sort of gave up my only other ones cause i didn't want to play them anymore :/

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@Snarfulblast

to be entirely honest, valentus is too strong to fight even with three people like that, and if you did kill him, you'd have the entire grey knight chapter after you with stronger people than him coming in with armies to push your shit so far in it comes out of your mouth, onto your plate, back in the grocery store you bought it from, and becomes a plant in the fields again.

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can we please just move past the pissing match with mitthias getting his shit kicked in? >.>

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@thewizardguy

Stephen's eyes widen a bit as the Ultramarine becomes a font of fuck you, channeling the greatest powers available to him with the soul purpose of blowing the ever loving shit out of this particular patch of space in the warp, and stephen was not the man to stop him. In fact he ran, rather rapidly, towards the bunker, catching up to and outpacing the space marine's men as their confused stares were met only with the response of "shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit" as the humanoid patch of nothing bravely nopes into the distance as fast as his legs can carry him

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@supertinyking@thewizardguy

Val was told to fuck of by many a person, an oddity occurs. a voice chimes in from behind him, asking "sooo... i've not exactly been here for more than a minute... the fuck is going on?" which, in and of itself, wasn't so strange. In fact, there was almost nothing about this particular instance that was strange at all outside of one thing that all psykers, powerful and weak, dread; not hearing the whispers of one's mind. The man behind the grey knight had not only snuck up on him, but he seemed like a void in his psyonic senses, as though he simply didn't exist on a certain level, but such a man as he would know better, he'd know when he saw a negative psyker, and he'd know he'd have to clean the inside of his armor after the encounter.