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6/2/2016 11:57:44 AM
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He actually smiles at her. "Oh really? Who would that be?"
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[i]"I can't tell you, now can I? Would ruin the surprise."[/i]
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"Well where is this old friend?" He asks.
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[i]"You'll see."[/i]
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He smiles. "Alright..."
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[i]"Remember the plan. Trigger him out of hiding."[/i]
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"I understand." He nods.
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[i]"Good."[/i] The tank approaches the mission area.
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He prepares himself.
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The tank rolls into a large warehouse, filled with rusty tanks and other ancient military equipment.
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Edited by cyberattaq: 6/3/2016 4:07:09 AM"Creepy." Ryker says as he looks around.
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Eleanor hops off as well. [i]"Everything's in place."[/i] The Leman Russ tank keeps rolling until it mysteriously disappears out of thin air.
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He nods. "Alright... Let me do my thing."
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[i]"And Ryker."[/i] She removes her helmet to give him a kiss. "Good luck, love. I'll be right here." She smiles at him before putting her helmet back on.
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He kisses her back, intensely. "And I'll be right here." He watches her go.
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She, like the tank, disappears.
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Ryker stands, looking around. "Alright.... Come and get me." He holds his hands out. "I know you want to! You want to wipe me and my family out, so start with me! Here I am, a one on one. Only one comes out of it!" He knew Harbinger would show, and want to talk, giving Ellie time. He waited for a minute, then Harbinger appears, smiling. "Mm... A one on one... Where you finally meet your end. This time I'll kill you for good. No respawning, you're much to far away for it to regenerate you..." Harbinger then reaches through a black portal that suddenly appears, pulling a long, obsidian black and curved blade. Whisps of black smoke hovered off of it, it hissed eerily. "This sword... Many have fallen by it, and you will be the next... A single cut can kill.. It is the essence of the void... The polar opposite to your Angel..." Ryker smiles. "Well then... Shall we begin.. I've got a wife and a kid to go back to." Harbinger laughs, spinning the sword in his hand. "I'm afraid the won't be seeing you." Ryker then draws Angel, the bright light brilliantly contrasting with that of the pitch black all consuming darkness of Harbingers blade. Then he draws his standard sword, the plasma edge racing up it.
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The trap was sprung. As Ryker stood there, safely away from the blast radius, the army dropped it's cloaking, revealing that the old, rusted tanks were actually quite operational and not so rusty. The mighty Baneblade tanks, three of them, unleashed their heavy payload all at once on the Harbinger's location. [spoiler]http://warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Baneblade In case you need to freshen up on the strength of a Baneblade.[/spoiler] The massive explosions that resulted from the impact made the whole ship shake. Heavy weapons team also rid themselves of their cloaking, allowing themselves to fire with their lascannons, autocannons and heavy bolters. Troops focused their fire on him with their hellguns, raining a constant stream of antipersonel laser ammunition on him. The Leman Russ tanks did the same, opening up with their heavy plasma turrets, vanquisher cannons, autocannons and punisher cannons.
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Harbinger staggers backward under the fire. Pieces of metal fly off from his body and he drops to a knee under it. He eventually holds a hand up, a shield providing enough protection for him to recover. "Ryker!" He roars. "A fair fight?!" He says as he slashed upwards, a massive sweeping cloak of darkness overtaking some soldiers. Their armor begins cracking and disintegrating along with their bodies. His shield held, barely.
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The soldiers dive out of the way before the sweeping darkness can reach them. The intense amount of fire pressed down unto him forced him to concentrate all of his attention on making his shield not crack under the immense payload he was recieving.
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He focused more. He slowly begins advancing towards the main problem, the tanks. It was if he was impervious, although it was making him flinch. His armor seemed to be repaired, as if no permanent damage had been done. Ryker begins running towards him.
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Although they were slow to fire, the shots from the baneblade main cannons made the Harbinger go up flying in the air, loosing all progress he had made previously. A shot cracked through his shield and blew off his leg, making him fall. A hand held back Ryker. It was large, and metallic.
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Ryker looks at who was holding him. Meanwhile Harbinger just drops his shield, letting the bullets tear through him. He dropped to his knees and chunks of his metal exoskeleton flew everywhere. He stares at Ryker, smiling. [i]You can never destroy me...[/i] He thought, as his chest caved in and his head crumbled, one final explosion sending the rest of his mangled corpse flying.
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The tanks stop firing as he falls to the ground, and a black tendril grabs him. It was strange, it's power radiated ominously... it stopped Harbinger from exploding. As Ryker turned to see who it was, he recognized his old friend, Aun Kor'El. The tendril was linked back to him in a mass of shadows. The powers of the Nightbringer surged through him, red Necron energy flowing through his body. [i][u]"Wrong, fool. You cannot be destroyed. But you can be exterminated."[/u][/i] The black mass of shadows enveloped the Harbinger, keeping him in a trance-like state, where he couldn't move or act. All he could do was watch, and speak. But his body stopped responding to him. [i][u]"This is the end of your Nightmare."[/u][/i] The shadows latched on to Harbinger's soul, his essence, and tore it apart, ripping it from his body. His soul was reduced to pieces and absorbed into the void, where nothing could live. His soul was split into an infinite amount of pieces and was now prisoner of the Void, where he would suffer for all eternity in a state of limbo. The ball of shadows dissipated, leaving nothing remaining.
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(Just the head, that's all that's left, imagine it chipped and burnt, I couldn't find a better picture) [spoiler]aw rip I wanted to have a battle, I didn't know it was Kor XD[/spoiler] [i]I will always be with you.[/i] Were the last words Ryker heard from him. He looked at Kor in amazement. There was a final, long, haunting laugh. It was dry, as if even though he had died... He had won. It was like... He wanted this to happen. There was no way... He could have known Kor would show up... "That's... It..." Ryker slowly advanced towards the pile of metallic pieces, smoke rising from them. They were burnt, jagged. All that was left that was salvageable was his head. It was in a sorry state, charred and scratched, twisted into a disturbing grin.
