Post by Commander Xillian on Jan 29, 2010 19:57:43 GMT
"This feels familiar" Xillian thought to himself as he jumped over top of a thrashing Dreadnought. The giant metal tank spun around on it's axis, catching the Black Templar mid-waist. Flying into a nearby wall, he came to rest against the Rockcrete, his head pounding. He hardly had time to regain his sense before he was gripped in the cruel grabber of the machine. Lifting him high, Xillian could feel the pressure mounting. Acting fast, he grabbed the sword on his back and slashed outwards, cutting a hydrolic cable in the hand that held him. It relaxed almost instantly, and Xillian rolled away as he fell. Finally regaining his senses, he took stock of his surroundings.
It was a ruined bunker, probably busted open eons ago. The Blood Angel Dreadnought across from him was all that was left of a small attack, Xillian having already taken care of the devastators and Tactical Marines, the Force Commander falling quickly to his deft swipes. As the Dreadnought prepared it's self to charge at the out-cast Black Templar again, Xillian checked a Tactical Marines grenade pouch, finding a Melta Grenade. As the Dreadnought began it's charge, Xillian pulled the pin, sprinted towards the behemoth, and jumped off of a small section of wall that stood between the two. Slapping the Grenade onto the view port, Xillian flipped over the metallic beast and rolled away, the explosive giving a reassuring bang. The machine swayed, and then fell.
"And then there was one." he said, rising. Recovering his Combi-Bolter, he checked his surroundings. Something was off, he could feel it. But what was it? He was being watched. And he did not like being watched.
It was a ruined bunker, probably busted open eons ago. The Blood Angel Dreadnought across from him was all that was left of a small attack, Xillian having already taken care of the devastators and Tactical Marines, the Force Commander falling quickly to his deft swipes. As the Dreadnought prepared it's self to charge at the out-cast Black Templar again, Xillian checked a Tactical Marines grenade pouch, finding a Melta Grenade. As the Dreadnought began it's charge, Xillian pulled the pin, sprinted towards the behemoth, and jumped off of a small section of wall that stood between the two. Slapping the Grenade onto the view port, Xillian flipped over the metallic beast and rolled away, the explosive giving a reassuring bang. The machine swayed, and then fell.
"And then there was one." he said, rising. Recovering his Combi-Bolter, he checked his surroundings. Something was off, he could feel it. But what was it? He was being watched. And he did not like being watched.