[i]It began with rapid footsteps, then a crash as a being fell from an overhead being. Rushing past Cain was a feminine figure, her entire being bloodied and scarred: tattoos of demonic origin scattered her deeply tanned body, alongside brutal tears and wounds within her dirtied flesh, soaked with deep red blood. The girl was young, yet bore the same madness of a crazed lunatic that had escaped their prison at last: her deep brunette eyes stared at Cain for a moment-[/i] [url=http://pre14.deviantart.net/7ad5/th/pre/i/2012/349/2/5/khorne_leather_symbol_by_adhras-d5o2u6w.jpg][i]-Bonded to her neck was an odd, foreign symbol, hung by a thin string and in a square shape. Engraved into it were lines that formulated the symbol itself, as if literally carved in, dried blood being sunk into the engravings themselves.[/i][/url] [i]The Khornate took once look at Cain before raising a bloodied, jagged machete of a weapon, screaming[/i] "[b]Blood for the Blood[/b]-" [i]until-[/i] [b][i]BANG![/i][/b] [i]The fanatical young woman fell forwards to Cain's feet, blood spewing from the stump that remained of her leg as her screams interrupted the night. She attempted to thrash, before her body went still, blood still spewing from the wound - either she had bled out, or passed out from the pure pain.[/i] "...Apologies for interrupting your stroll, sir." [i]The muffled voice of a younger woman spoke up, as a hulking being, yet humanoid and at a regular height still, descended from the shadows: within pure black ceramite armor, removed of all symbols and decor, was a female, her helm's two glowing lens looking upon the older man and the briefly twitching woman. A tattered, velvet red cape was attached to her shoulder and hung from the pauldron, filled with holes from battle and combat. Within her left hand was.. a massive gun, the barrel literally smoking, while she tightly held a gladius-like weapon within her right hand.[/i]