With the arrival of the dreadnoughts focusing on the dwindling horde, Kor'El and his daughters focus onto the oncoming horde. Kor'El unsheathes his Ancestral blade, mighty blade of obsidian colour that radiated with sheer power. It was originally powerful, able to slice through flesh and armour alike with extreme ease, but it was now imbued with Necron energy. For every swing he made, a Shockwave of surgical cleaving followed, cutting cleanly in half all that stood in it's path.
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[b][i]Before long, the horde of demons is dead. The dreadnoughts approach you. "Your intervention saved the First Captan's life, we owe you a blood debt." Says one of the massive dreadnoughts. "You may call on us in a time of need, and we will repay this debt of blood." Says the other hulking machine. One of them tosses you a beacon. "Push the button, and we will grind your enemies into dust." [/i][/b]
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Kor'El catches the beacon. [i][u]"I thank you, warriors. I will be sure to keep this handy."[/u][/i]
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[b][i]The dreadnoughts turn and thunder away.[/i][/b]