A large face appeared in front of the crammed Blight Kings. Out of it's mouth, multiple lashing whip like tongues, shot forth and struck at the incoming rotting, heavy infantry.
"Kirkanovich! My fellow, no time to rest! get rid of that thing!" Bulbous Mike bellowed.
Kirkah, weiry from the massive exertion of summoning the Gorbelux, focused hard on the Eviscerating Mask.
It had worked it's way through several dozen Blight Kings, who now lay in pieces, the bits of their bodies still moved on the ground.
Kirkah gave everything he had, the Mask Began to evaporate.
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Mike, Johny and Alfred charged into the stalled chariots. Bulbous Mike swung his huge hammer over his head, directly contacting with the Daemonette champions head, who was riding the chariot.
Ichor sprayed over Alfred from the impact. The Daemonette fell like a rag dole, its head caved in from Mikes mighty blow.
Mike swung again smashing the chariots carriage. It buckled, the wheels were left standing at inverted angles. The steeds pulling the chariot lashed Mikes armour. Mike using his left hand, grabbed the extended tongue of the beast. He then pulled as hard as he
could, dragging the screaming steed towards him. He kicked the steed with his right foot repeatedly in the stomach. Wrestling the creature to the ground, he then stood up, placing his foot on it's head, he continued to pull its tongue
until, he yanked it free.
Daemonic blood sprayed freely into the air, the beast looked dumb founded. Mike brought his hammer down on it's neck, smashing it's throat. He swung again, and again.
Johny Big Dung, used his huge sword to cut the 2nd seeker in half.
The Seekers and the remaining chariots had now rallied, and crashed into the ranks of Blight Kings.
Alfred watched as one of the charioteers riding on the Slaanesh chariot, hooked a Blight King with its huge claw limb, crushing the Blight Kings helmet and skull. In true testament to Nurgles
resilience, the Blight King fought on, raising its pick and landing a deciding blow in the charioteers eye socket.
The battle now met with Seekers covering the entire front ranks, the chariots tearing through Boulbous Mike's blighted soldiers, until they became stuck, their wheels clogged with limbs, tentacles and armour. The stalled chariots were quickly
covered with many tiny Nurglings, small daemons that picked and clawed at the charioteers and the Seekers pulling them down to the ground. Some even climbed into the Seekers mouths and lodged themselves in the throats of the perverse beasts, chocking them.
Mike surveyed the Blight Kings immediately in front of him. They were taking the blows of the Seekers and their Daemonette riders and resisting them, but they moved like statues compared to the lighting reflexes of the Slaanesh daemons.
They were landing few return blows.
Bulbous Mike roared and charged into the Seekers, his hammer swinging from left to right and landing on the the side of a Seekers body, it crumpled the creature, smashing its rib bones. The Daemonette rider pinched its claws deep into Mikes
torso, but it lacked the strength to piece the heavy iron cursed plate mail Mike was wearing.
Alfred who had followed Mike, grabbed the Daemonette in a head lock, holding its other pincered claw behind its back. Mike dropping the hammer from his right hand, grabbed the claw trying to gouge him, and using his two hands, pulled
until he heard a cracking, sucking sound as he pulled the claws as far back as he could, in the opposite direction of the Daemonette's wrist. Its arm now limp, Mike picked up his hammer again, and holding it near the head of the hammer, he bashed on the bridge
of the nose of the daemon. It flashed an disappeared, to somewhere else in the warp.
The greater daemon Johny Big Dung, had also joined in now as well. Its huge left hand had grabbed a Daemonette. It was using its right hand, to unscrew the things head. All across the field of battle, Blight Kings were being cut to pieces or else
using their huge picks and rusted swords to turn Peter The Sinful's army into cadavers.
Alfred shuddered at the insanity of the whole affair. Did any of this really matter? What was this all for? Why were they fighting?
He quickly pushed these thoughts out of his head, and focused on the task at hand.
He could see Peter the Sinful and his hordes of Daemonettes now rapidly closing the distance between them. The Seekers and their riders were mostly dealt with now, but they had caused terrible damage on Bulbous Mike's infantry.
"Switch Ranks" Mike bellowed. The Blight kings began to make way for the Plague Bearers to move to the front.
"Alfred, my fellow" Mike beckoned to Alfred with his hand.
"Alfred, you have the most important mission today."
"Yes" said Alfred nervously.
"Look my fellow, all this hack and slash, it's no good I tell you." Mike continued.
"I want you to get on this drone fly, and I want you to fly over all this mess, and scout where Peter the Sinful has stored my wagons."
"Can't Peter the Sinful fly as well though?" Alfred said, not feeling very confident with Mike's plan.
"Yes indeed he can, but fly to the edge over that way, wait.. take Kirkah with you as well. Look my fellow, can't you see I am in the middle of a battle here? you are going to have to use some initiative yourself, I can't think for you and
fight this demon army coming towards us at the same time. Now find my wagons my good fellow." With that Mike turned and ran to stand next to Johny Big Dung and brace for the oncoming charge.
Alfred ran over to the huge Drone fly. The weird and disgusting insect looked at him defensively. The idea of climbing on top of this thing, seemed that it was much easier said then done.
He walked closer to it and put out his hand to grab onto it. The beast span round and its proboscis pointed at Alfred and oozed green pus.
"Look like this" Kirkah said, who had appeared behind Alfred from somewhere. He ran towards the Drone fly.
"Once your on its back, its no problem. Right call it towards you" Alfred began to walk to towards the Drone fly with his hand raised. While the drone was focused on Alfred, Kirkah moved quickly round the side, put his hand on the creatures
back and hoisted himself up quickly. The creature bucked and Kirkah brought his fist down on the back of its head. It relented.
"Ok now your turn. Look there is another loose drone over their." Kirkah pointed to another aimless Drone fly, who's Plague Bearer rider had been lost.
"Quick before it attacks something else and gets killed." they began to move towards it.
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Mike watched as Peter the Sinful positioned himself in line to charge at himself and Johny Big Dung. They were only a little way out now.
"Peter you silly cunt, why did you steal my wagons? you knew I would come for you." Mike shouted.
"I wanted you to come for me, so I could hear all of your screams." Peter the Sinful said in a breathy voice, the demons huge claws making a loud clunking noise as it snapped them open and shut fast.
"Peter, you'll not hear my screams today my fellow. The only sound your going to hear, is the sound of Johny here eating you... legs first".
The Daemonettes erupted into the final stage of their charge. Their claws swung open and they flew at the Plague Bearers and the remaining Blight Kings who still had enough limbs to carry on the fight.
Peter the Sinful motioned with one of his limbs that didn't end in a claw, and some of the Daemonettes began to move twice as fast.
Johny Big Dung at that moment released a huge wave of magical energy himself. It radiated out from him, and many of the approaching Daemonettes were struck with fast acting plagues, killing them instantly.
Peter the Sinful burst into a furious charge, he moved so quickly that Mike saw his silhouette was blurred where he was a moment before.
The huge Greater Demon of Slaanesh lowered its head, its horns poised at Jhony Big Dung. It crashed into Johny, its horns impaling the Nurgle Greater Deamon's torso.
Noxious gases began to billow out from Jhonys chest wound. Johny began to move back his sword arm to thrust at Peter, but the Slaanesh deamon snapped into the Nurgle demons arm, with his right claw, pinning it in place and applying as much pressure as he could.
"So do you want to pull my finger Peter?" Johny said.
Peter yanked his head upwards tearing a big chunk of Johny's torso off, "More then anything else in the world" The huge bull looking demon, holding on to Johny's sword arm with it's claw, cart wheeled to it's right. Severing Johny's arm.
The huge plague sword in Johny's severed hand fell to the floor with a loud clang.
Mike anticipating the move, had swung his hammer from right to left. Just as Peter landed Mike's ferocious swing struck the daemon on the side of it's knee. The force was so great, the head of the hammer lodged itself into Peter the Sinfuls knee cap.
The daemon howled with pain and delight, as it stumbled backwards and tripped over.
Mike moved fast and grabbed at Johny's sword on the floor. The huge blade was almost as tall as him. The badly wounded Johny limped forward and belly flopped on top of the Keeper of Secrets.
At that moment, Peter became a flurry of swords and claws, ripping into the Great Unclean One's bloated stomach and in the process covering itself with green slime.
Mike off kilter from the demon swords huge weight, walked to position himself where Peter's head was poking out from underneath Johny's great body.
"Hey Peter my fellow, situation getting a little heavy for you?" Mike said looking into the demons wicked eyes.
Peter writhed with blind fury, cutting and stabbing at the great mound of flesh lying on top of him.
Mike lined up the sword, timing it, he brought the daemon sword down, missing entirely Peter the Sinful's head. The heavy sword stuck in the ground, black marks of damp shooting across the floor where it had hit.
With that Peter's head disappeared underneath Johny's bulk.
Johny's big eye began to look anxious. There were muffled grinding and crunching noises coming from somewhere inside Johny, and then a huge claw shot through the Great Unlcean One's back, followed a moment later by two horns.
Mike began to retreat from the scene. He motioned to an incoming group of Plague Bearer reinforcements, about fifty or so, to tie up Peter, while he went to look for a weapon.
Mike surveyed the battlefield. It was no longer looking to be holding in his favour. The Daemonettes were numberless, and though his troops were tough, they were not sending enough of the enemy back to their god.
He guessed out of the original wagon relief force of 5 thousand men and monsters, he had about one third left. Peter the Sinful's army looked like they had almost double his numbers.
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Kirkah and Alfred flew over the battle field and headed towards where Lasrrisas was summoning reinforcements about a three mile's behind the fighting.
"Look over there." Alfred pointed towards the delicate looking wizard standing in front of two wagons, there was a group of three large demons with strange horse heads and long tongues defending him.
"Over there as well." Kirkah pointed to the west of the wizard, there was a large groups of about five hundred Daemonettes, who had stopped advancing to the fighting and were now moving towards Lasrrisas to help protect the wagons as well.
"Alfred we have to be quick here. We got to kill the wizard and the fiends, and then tie the wagons to these flies, so we can take them back to our side." Kirkah said as their mounts began to bob downwards towards the ground.
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Lasrrisas watched as the Drone flies and their passengers descended. The Fiends hissed and lashed their tongues. He opened his hand and directed it at Kirkah.
"Tuslaven, xpabos, tarsheeh, zulx kafaben."
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Kirkah felt something wrap around him, some kind of invisible cord. He was then pulled violently from the saddle of the drone fly and through the air towards Lasrrisas. Playing along Kirkah uttered some of his own magic words.
He reached into his belt and grabbed something.
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Lasrrisas directed the fiends forwards a few yards to catch the falling Kirkah. The Fiends, watched as Kirkah zipped over their heads and continued towards Lasrrisas. Lasrrisas panicked. Kirkah landed with a loud thud on top of Lasrrisas.
Kirkah stood up. "Sometimes the best magic is a slight of hand" Kirkah said watching Lasrrisas take his last breaths, Kirkah's plague knife buried deep into Lasrrisas heart.
Alfred charged into the Fiends. The fly bit, spit and stabbed with its proboscis. The Fiend snapped one of the drones legs off, Alfred swung his axe and cut off the Fiends front leg in return. The creature made strange screaming noises.
Alfred swung again and spilt its head in the middle.
The other two Fiends now attacked together. Kirkah conjured up a ball of green flame and hurled it at them. They were both set on fire, but the wounds instantly began to rot. Alfred quickly herded his Drone fly into them and finished them off.
"Ok quickly, we have only a moments before those other daemons arrive. Help me tie these chains around the wagons."
Alfred jumped off the fly. They quickly bound the two wagons to the two Drone flys. "Lets get out of here" Alfred barked.
The Drones buzzed up into the air, the wagons weighting them down significantly.
"Up higher!." Kirkah shouted. The Daemonettes had now arrived and were trying to jump and grab onto the wagons with their claws.
The Drone flys, buzzed their wings even more furiously and Kirkah and Alfred were lifted clear.
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Bulbous Mike grabbed a pick from one of the many fallen Blight Kings. He turned to look at Peter the Sinful. Peter was working his way through the Plague Bearers with frightening speed.
A Daemonette landed by Mike at that moment, it having leapt over the front ranks of fighting Nurgle troops. Mike grabbed his new found pick. In great anger, he swung grunting at the Daemonette. Which nimbly dodged his blows.
It then snapped its claws open and lunged for a killing blow. Mike taking this opportunity, deftly deflected the claw with his mailed fist on his left hand. He then used the blunt side of the pick to bash the Daemonette's head. The blow caved in the daemons skull
and it flashed back to the warp.
"Mike, my good fellow. Things look in poor shape."
Mike looked up to see Kirkah and Alfred buzzing over him, the wagons swinging wildly through the air.
"Yes, come on, come down a bit my fellow, so I can get on board."
Kirkah motioned to the fly to lower slightly. Mike jumped and grabbed the wheel of the wagon. With great effort, he pulled himself up the side and on to the top of the wagon, to rest on the crates of warp dust.
"Ok the remainder of my army should buy us, about the same amount of time it takes to smoke two or three warp dust cigarettes, my fellows. Lets get out of here!"
With that the drone flies buzzed off again, down the ravine, the wagons hovering and swinging a few feet above the ground.
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