(Teh Flesh Hound)
The Hound snarls, the wound on its side and abdomen dripping burning ichor, it takes it more slowly this time, teeth bared as it stalks towards the Prey.
It was also ready to dodge if the Prey struck, but it would not attack until the Master gave the word.
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(Drak’Shal)
Five enemies came for him at the same time, the vampire creating wings and aiming for him, the mortal that he had shaken off was trying to cut his tail off and two new opponents, whom he sensed the hated Light in, was aiming at his neck. There was also a centaur craeture, blue furred and smelt of pride and arrogance, its Skull would have an honored position on Khornes Throne.
They provided a great opportunity to sow chaos.
The massive Daemon bared his teeth in a bestial rictus of a grin, flaring his wings he launched himself upward and backward, knowing that he would dodge at the least three of the enemies.
He roared devotions to the God of Blood and War as he landed a few metres away and he once again began chanting in the Warptongue, the dark energies building up around his form, his chanting reached its middle point as the wound in his side bubbled, filling the air with the smell of burning flesh.
The Daemon welcomed the pain as the wound cauterized itself and he started to finish the chant, the words becoming more guttural as it spoke. Drak’Shal began roaring the last words and gestured at the Flesh Hound, which howled and snarled as it writhed raw Warp energies. Its shape grew hazy and its outline blurred.
One Hound became six, the newly formed Flesh Hounds snarled and snapped at the air, revelling in their sudden forms, there was one Flesh Hound for each of the mortals attacking Drak’Shal.
Hounds were among the most readily summoned of all Khornate Daemons. And these ones were under the complete sway of Drak’Shal, they snarled and bayed before launching themselves at their targets.
The largest Flesh Hound stayed at the side of its Master, its attention shifting between each combatants, it waited.
((Dun worry, most of you guys have energy weapons, you’ll be fine, but these aint dumb animals these are Lesser Daemonic entities, while not as smart as Khazrak can still outwit most humans (and all Orks, cos there stoopid))
(Skarfang)
As the humie ran from him he let out a bellowing laugh “Hur hur! Whyz yer runnin’ away? Dun makez me get mah Deffblasta”
He generally didn’t give a damn about the humie, as he was in a good mood from the earlier fight, and didn’t feel like finding and krumpin’ the humie.
He decided to get his deffblasta anyway, and dump his busted burna back in the Deez, the Ork headed over to the ship and climbed inside, he looked around for a bit, swearing more then occasionally and picked his way through a pile ‘o’ gunz to find his blasta.
Having found it, he climbed back out of the bunged up scrap-heap of a ship and went over to Nazshak, who had been extremely quiet all this time. He brandished his blasta proudly in Nazshaks face.
“’Ey, bought me a Deffblasta offa Rotskrag, nice lil killa, just ask Rotskrag. Hur hur!”
