5th Ritual of Detestation: False Gods

[greyerrant.livejournal.com]

[ What's this, Prospero? A huge, 8 foot tall being stalking the streets openly, during the dark hour. Heavily armored, and very well armed, it hunts for all the enemies of humanity it can find. Including, perhaps, itself. The being growls, and the armor it bears buzzes in concert with it, searching for someone. Searching for something. Searching for you. ]

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[greyerrant.livejournal.com]

[ Cold laughter comes from the helm. ]

Oh, he knows where to find me.

[athngabla.livejournal.com]

Not that I mean to pry, but what's your business with him? Dunno if you've noticed or not, but there's been a lot of troublesome occurrences in this place as of late.

[Yeah. He's suspicious. The guy isn't so good at surviving because he's a dumbass, after all.]

[greyerrant.livejournal.com]

My business? I intend to save him from himself!

[athngabla.livejournal.com]

Oh. Shall I assume you mean 'bother the hell out of him by sharing a face and form he's more accustomed to, as well as personal information only he should know'? That's been the recent status quo, after all.

[greyerrant.livejournal.com]

Are you always this stupid and smug?

[athngabla.livejournal.com]

I prefer the term 'confidence' myself, but call it whatever you like.

You avoided the question, by the way. This "Garviel" guy, you're the one linked to him, aren't 'cha?

[From the conversation so far he thinks the assumption makes sense, and yet...

Who the hell in Prospero's eight feel tall and half as wide at the shoulders? This Shadow's (if it is that) dimensions are preposterous.]

[greyerrant.livejournal.com]

Yes. Of course.

[athngabla.livejournal.com]

Of course. Well, what do you plan on doing while you wait for him to find you? Depending on your answer, I might have to entertain you during the wait.

[greyerrant.livejournal.com]

And how would a mortal entertain an Astartes? Recite poetry? Sing?

[athngabla.livejournal.com]

Can't say I've got a bad singing voice, in my opinion.

I was thinking more of limbering up a bit. Shame if you met the real you and got steamrolled. Also be a shame if you never even made it to meet him.

[greyerrant.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure I follow.

[athngabla.livejournal.com]

Sheesh, is that thick helmet blocking out what I'm trying to imply to you or something? I was implying that I'd save this 'Loken' fellow the trouble of stomping you flat.

[greyerrant.livejournal.com]

[ Garviel has grown tired of this blabbermouth, and looses some shots from his boltgun to shut him up. ]

[athngabla.livejournal.com]

[Human or not, Lancer's still the Hound of Ulster. As soon as he sees the weapon raised he leaps to the side; the action so fast as to be inhuman, like a bullet firing.

With an equally powerful show of physical ability, he lobs his spear at the Shadow. The lance, aimed at the Bolter, screams toward the giant like a missile.]

[greyerrant.livejournal.com]

[ The truly inhuman Astartes sees the spear streak in, lowering his arm and shoulder, taking the spear on the pauldron as he hurtles into a ground-eating charge, heading towards Lancer with psychotic intensity. ]

[athngabla.livejournal.com]

[Leg muscles coil, and uncoil explosively, launching the man forward. Weaponless.

It's either suicidal overconfidence, or Lancer seems to have a plan.]

[greyerrant.livejournal.com]

[ It doesn't matter much. Garviel draws as he launches himself forward, sweeping the chainsword across at waist height, intending to gut Lancer entirely. ]

[athngabla.livejournal.com]

[Garviel's target reads the swing and ducks down impossibly low, launching himself backwards, and forward one more time, retrieving his weapon and facing the giant once more.]

...Quite a blade you've got there.

[greyerrant.livejournal.com]

[ Garviel just steps in, swinging the heavy blade down in a slash to cleave Choochootrain from hip to shoulder, should it strike home. ]

[athngabla.livejournal.com]

[Fortunately, the cleaving attack missed.]

[Unfortunately (or perhaps unluckily) the swing was close enough in proximity to graze Lancer, even knocked back by his own weapon. Even a glancing blow in this case was impressive. His guts weren't in any danger of slipping out, there there was an impressive diagonal cut across his chest.]

[The spear, meanwhile, had seen better days. And just from one strike. He let out a low whistle of approval.]

Hell of a weapon indeed.

[greyerrant.livejournal.com]

Be silent and die! [ He tries to shoulder barge Cu Chulainn to the ground for a killing follow up with the chainsword. ]

[athngabla.livejournal.com]

[The problem with charging attacks is they're usually easy to read and react to accordingly. Lancer even managed to account for Garviel's inhuman reach and size, if barely.]

What, just because we're fighting means we can't discuss things at length? You sure are a boring guy.

[He lowered into a stance, preparing to lunge forward once more, calculating mentally a plethora of attacks, possible counterattacks, and choosing between them for the one least likely to eviscerate him.]

...Don't think I'll be visiting the afterlife again any time soon, either.

[And the blue rocket was loosed once more, closing the gap in an instant, spear flashing for the hand which held the sword.]