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9/4/2016 3:59:02 AM
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Domicious stepped forward. Like every other choice in his life, it made it increase in volume. In weight. The burden.
At the back of his head....
Domicious drew his Relic Blade, the blade glowing an eerie green and humming lowly like the C'tan Phase Sword it was combined with. He let the tip of the blade scrap the floor, as he stopped 3 feet in front of the three. He wore jet black Aegis Armor, along with his left arm signifying his Deathwatch Champion status. Strangely he bore no Purity Seals. The red embers trying to escape his helm's lenses stared at the Traitor Astartes.
"Hm, this should be amusing."
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[i]Nebamun turned at the presence of another in the currents around him. The Astartes stood before him, the Aquilla upon his chest. This was what Nebamun wished to avoid.[/i] "Leave now Grey Knight, there are no daemons here nor do I plan to bring any. Though...your armor suggests confusion amongst your thoughts, I have never seen a Knight take the black of a watchmen." [i]The Rubicae's eyes began to glow and their eldritch bolt guns snapped up and aimed at the Grey Knight. Nebamun made no action to draw his blade.[/i] "You are outmatched here, I care not where you go but I suggest putting that away, you would not be the first Grey Knight I've slain in the ten thousand years I've seen." [i]Finally Nebamun's helmet lenses began to glow green and he rose a few inches above the ground. [/i] "My lord has taught me much in our long lifetimes, Ahriman's will cannot be stopped so easily."
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It started as a buzz, barely noticeable. Like a fly hovering a few inches from your ear. Then it got louder. Not noticeably louder, but it definitely increased in volume. This went on for a time..... "wwwwwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" A black mass suddenly bursted through the wall adjacent to the Grey Knight. It was going so face it was a blur almost. It rammed into the Grey Knight, slamming out onto the other side of the building. The Cockney screaming soon silenced, as a few humans were now reduced to mush.
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Edited by Robot745: 9/4/2016 4:33:55 AM[i]Nebamun floated towards the hole, Rubicae in tow. He pressed his mind outwards searching for the thing which assaulted the knight. Whatever it was chose to ignore him, and he took advantage of this fact. Settling back down to the decking, he walked over to Sontares and gripped his skull. Chanting he began to drain all of Sontares' memories in an effort to find his grimoire.[/i]
