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===A Mournful Fight===
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: Thungrier was squared off against Donatos, an enemy who outclassed him before the ascension. It was not going to be easy. “A one-handed man thinks he is a challenge for me? Such hubris! Your blood will spill, hear me young one,” chided the Captain. Despite having had the wound for a week, there simply had not been time to install augmentics, so he had a stump of a left hand, a detriment no doubt. The two charged together, Donatos with a wide swing and Thungrier a close defense. The Donatos’ swing caught Thungrier’s sword and pressed it up against his right pauldron. Energy diffused and crackled as the fields fought against each other. Now locked, Donatos brought his Plasma Pistol to bear, swinging his arm back from its counterbalancing position. Thungrier twisted inwards and pressed his stumpy forearm up under the wrist of the Blood Angel Captain. A ball of compressed sun, rocketed past his head. His hair immediately singed off. The skin on the left side of his face puckered and turned a mottled white as it burned. The additional gilding on the top of his pauldron and a good portion of his pack no longer existed. Where they once were was a rapidly solidifying mass of slag. His eyes went blurry from the heat wave. As Thungrier’s senses cleared a little and he finally got his first good look at the corrupted Captain.  


: The Captain hadn’t changed as much as his armor. All that was different with the Captain’s physical body was his eyes had turned back and were constantly weeping a thick trail of blood down each side of his face. His hair had darkened several shades. His armor was on a whole other level. The decorative eagles on his pack had morphed into screaming daemonic versions of hawks. They spat out red-tinged smoke nearly constantly. The herald on his back as well as all the aquillas and wings had shifted into eight pointed stars. Even as the fight was going on, Donatos was still growing spikes and points on his armor and the gilding and trim were all turning morbid shades of black and gold. Thungrier didn’t have too long to dwell on the aesthetics of the tainted Captain. He had bigger things to worry about, mainly that plasma pistol. One good shot would be just as devastating as a swipe from the power sword.


: After glaring at each other longer than normal combat would condone, the two broke the hold. Donatos came swinging at him again, no quarter, no hesitation. Thungrier parried off a nasty combo with relative ease. A problem quickly arose, his sword had flared out to the side which left him open to the weapon he was worried about. Time slowed for Thungrier. He could see the pistol charging. He could see Donatos face as a smirk slowly formed. Knowing that he didn’t time to dodge he made another one of his ‘decisions’. He shoved his stump forward, lodging what was left of his left arm in the baffle of the pistol. Time returned to normal speed and the pistol discharged. It hit the clog and couldn’t burn through fast enough. Pressure built and it fed back. The pistol exploded showering both in a hail of cooling plasma and metal shards. As he readied himself again, he snuck a look down at his arm. Slagged armor and melted flesh were combining and dripping off. Such is the cost for his ‘decision’. He looked up at the Captain and it was his turn to smirk. 


: Before either could move, Neris came rocketing through the air, thrown by Sanguinem Supra. The Lamenter collided with the Blood Angel with a mighty ceramite crack. Such was the force that they both tumbled and skidded for quite a few meters. They were both out of commission for the time being. It was just Thungrier against the Sanguinem Supra. Thungrier charged, knowing well what would happen. Just another one of his decisions.

: There was no drawn out duel. Thungrier charged and the amped up Primarch dissected him before he could swing. The Lamenter was one of the first casualties of the Sanguinem Supra. Neris roared in protest. He looked down at the still unconscious Captain Donatos and went straight for his Power Sword. Hefting another Power Sword, Captain Neris abandoned defense. He whirled into battle once again, a tornado of blade and disruptive fields. 


: Once again the two fought as equals. But as time passed and wounds acquired, Neris began to fall behind. They were still in the Warp. The Sanguinem Supra was constantly empowered by the energy of the Warp while Neris was not. Supra was not even close to the power that the Chaos gods had planned for him. Neris lost his grip on the borrowed sword after a powerful strike strike. Another swing neatly severed Neris’ arm. He gasped as the wound became apparent to him. He sagged, struggling to stay on his feet. “~ARE YOU READY TO DIE?~” the Sanguinem Supra approached and asked. Neris looked up at the Primarch, “I was ready to die the day I became a Lamenter. FOR THE EMPR….” His litany cut short as a sword plunged into his shoulder. Donatos pulled the sword out and they both watched the fountain of blood until the pressure in Neris body was no more. “Loyalty to a falsehood is ignorance,” Donatos said in a mock eulogy. “~COME. THE AGE OF BLOOD IS ABOUT TO BEGIN!~” the Sanguinem Supra announced.