Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170909231230/@comment-1734134-20180318121543

The governer thing ignores Teus, having practically crippled him, and moves towards the others – turning his gaze upon Verian. Bringing up his daemon sword, he whispers something in his daemon tongue and hits Verian dead centre in the chest. There is no pain, no agony – rather there is only a paralyzing sense of nostalgia. An overwhelming warmth seizes the Space Marine as he reminded of better times – when his body was not broken, and when this world was not so corrupt. The governor seems to positively glow – as if some sort of saint like angel, which hovers past Verian as he stares down at Laurentia. Unlike the others, her strike seems to hit home, and the beast is left screeching as he staggers back. He – it – bears it teeth and swings out at her only for the melta blast to throw him back. His wounds reknit quickly, but the palace around him seems to decay. You can hear through the walls the sounds of screaming, moaning, shouting, gunfire and madness.

"The closer we are to perfection,” he pants, spitting up a thick puddle of black, boiling blood, “the closer we are to the God-Emperor”. He slashes at the Sister, ignoring the Astartes.