(Skarfang)
Skarfang turned and looked at the dragonhumie, noticing he was staring.
“Wot yoo lookin’ at?” His attention was diverted by someone crying out and he ran over to it, curiosity piqued
“Hey! Deres anuvver humie ovar ‘ere!”((Drake, that would be you, remember, Skarfang is big, green, armoured and spoiling for a fight.))
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(Drak’Shal)
The Daemon didn’t block, instead he flared his wings and, beating them down swiftly moved to the side, the buffeting force of the wings should either dislodge or distract the one climbing up to his back.
Drak’Shal swung his sword at the vampire; the strike was aimed for the midriff and had a great amount of force behind it. He roared battle cries of Khorne.
“Blood for the Blood God!!! Skulls for the Skull Throne!!”The Daemon heard another’s voice in his head, it didn’t startle him as he was focused on slaughter, but he replied in the blunt brutal fashion that Khornate Daemons use, driving a ‘spike’ of rage at the others mind, it was wordless and contained only a glimpse of the Daemons purpose, the hunger for slaughter and blood.
The Daemon became even more angry as he was suddenly bound to the spot, his wings had already beat and he had been moving when the bonds engaged so his weight was immediately thrown against them, he raged and ripped two of the bindings from the ground, not feeling any wounds as he chanted twisted words in the Daemontongue.
The blade slashed across his neck and eye merely rebounded across his Warp-flesh, as he closed his lid the moment he sensed the others intent.
His strike had been foiled and as he had been momentarily stopped he could not avoid the vampire’s weapon completely and it drove a bloody furrow in his side.
Drak’Shal roared more in fury then in pain and, lashing out with his axe severed the last of the bonds and aimed another sword blow at the vampire, although now its rage was beginning to target the other, the one that had bound him briefly.
He swung as he finished his chant and, cracking his tail like a whip caused blood to drip off him, gathering next to him, he then lashed his barbed tail at the one climbing his back, quickly and viciously. A ghostly howl echoed from apparently nowhere as the blood began to form a shape, reminiscent of a hound, but with little fur and massive fangs, a brass spiked collar around its neck
((The Flesh Hound: [spoiler]

[/spoiler] ((Pick one))