Final Stanza A crackle of energy shrouded the fallen Chaplain and the prostrate form was replaced by a kneeling figure, as arcing bands of teleport energy dissiapated into the desert sun. The litany was taken up by a new voice. "I am the Avatar of the Golden Throne." The figure was armoured in Terminator ceramite. It held a glimmering black sword which was thrust into the sand. The terminator was coloured that of the Deathwing, and was knelt in prayer. The Eldar circled him, unsure whether to attack or flee this intruder. "I am the Emperor's will made flesh," The figure rose slightly onto one foot to draw out the sword. The Eldar surrounding it advanced. "I am the Emperor's Vengeance." The man still half-knelt on the desert sand, sword held but resting on the floor. The Eldar were almost onto him. "Imperator Vindicta Oportet Trucido." The Emperor's Champion swung the Sword of Vengeance around his head in a circular arc, and rose from his kneeling position as the eviscerated bodies of the advancing Eldar dropped to the ground like puppets whose strings had been cut. The remaining Eldar ran for their lives, unable to face this new threat. The High Warlock was carried off the battlefield and the tattered Warhost escaped through a Webway portal that kicked up a large sandstorm. The Dark Angels went to ground as the Eldar made good their escape. As the sandstorm subsided the Emperor's Champion surveyed the battlefield, now covered with numerous mutilated and torn corpses, and the Apocatheries moved among the Dark Angel dead, doing their work. A Thunderhawk settled down near their position and the Dark Angels left, vapour trails dissapearing in the blue desert sky. "They are the Lords of Destruction, the Harbringers of Doom, and wherever they go they leave only the dead and dying in their wake." "They are the Dark Angels." |
THE LITANY OF BATTLE By Yihan Raen Ragnarok |
FABLES OF THE UNFORGIVEN |
