THE UNDEFEATED
Aboard The Retribution - Somewhere
When Tathra had arrived aboard the Retribution hours before, he was in search of Dravalan test subjects; he had heard rumour of his own being used as live cattle for a biological weapon. The Bryn'adûl wouldn't stand for it, his Brute's were ready to destroy the scientists on-board the vessel and rescue their own.
He had intended on destroying whatever biological weapon they had in mind, whatever they had planned on creating. Such things were the work of cowards. But whatever was now present on-board the Retribution, was not the work of any man or woman. This, infestation was out of control. His ships were forced to retreat, leaving the Bryn'adûl scouting party on their own.
They were deep in the bowels of the ship. They had arrived with sixteen Brutes, lead by Tathra himself. Now, there were seven of them.
"Ta-ka, cein tru-li aka ta'i!" Tathra barked, crushing a infected human under the weight of his War-Hammer; it's limbs and skin grasping onto the cold metal like a elastic form of water, pulling and tugging as its flesh was ripped from it. Tathra kicked it aside, slashing through it with the plasma filament of Warmonger's ridged back.
His men were firing in all directions, the hulking brutes in their massive armour charging backward with the assistance of their thrusters. "Ta-ka tru-li, den kora! den-a kor!" Long tendrils pulled those tool close to the walls thick with flesh inside, pouring into their armour like elastic bone slick with feverish blood, with a frozen texture that moved like magma.
Even the Bryn'adûl Brutes massive rifles felt like child's play in the way of fire power. They were coming from everywhere, blood ridged sores in the ground and walls allowed the infected access, pouring out of them like insect's from a burning mound.
The furthest of his men forward, was cleaved in two by a crab like amalgamation of corpses; a Dravalan test subject with horns pouring out of its stretched pores like small hairs, tearing through his Durasteel armour. Still, the Brute continued to fire' even without his legs.
Tathra activated his thrusters, rising above the monster as he fell from the above, using the force to augment his strength; the Hammer came crashing down, tearing through flesh and bone as half of the monster collapsed, the other hand digging its claws into the mutants exposed arms. Growling with pain, he opened his mouth; magma boiling on the edge of his tongue as the creature wrapped its leathery flesh around his head.
In mere moments, the flesh boiled away like melting wax as a rain of magma fired down on the creature. The magma tore what remained of the creature down as Tathra spent no time dragging the remains of his Bryn'adûl back towards the others, only two of them still stood.
Only two.
When Tathra had arrived aboard the Retribution hours before, he was in search of Dravalan test subjects; he had heard rumour of his own being used as live cattle for a biological weapon. The Bryn'adûl wouldn't stand for it, his Brute's were ready to destroy the scientists on-board the vessel and rescue their own.
He had intended on destroying whatever biological weapon they had in mind, whatever they had planned on creating. Such things were the work of cowards. But whatever was now present on-board the Retribution, was not the work of any man or woman. This, infestation was out of control. His ships were forced to retreat, leaving the Bryn'adûl scouting party on their own.
They were deep in the bowels of the ship. They had arrived with sixteen Brutes, lead by Tathra himself. Now, there were seven of them.
"Ta-ka, cein tru-li aka ta'i!" Tathra barked, crushing a infected human under the weight of his War-Hammer; it's limbs and skin grasping onto the cold metal like a elastic form of water, pulling and tugging as its flesh was ripped from it. Tathra kicked it aside, slashing through it with the plasma filament of Warmonger's ridged back.
His men were firing in all directions, the hulking brutes in their massive armour charging backward with the assistance of their thrusters. "Ta-ka tru-li, den kora! den-a kor!" Long tendrils pulled those tool close to the walls thick with flesh inside, pouring into their armour like elastic bone slick with feverish blood, with a frozen texture that moved like magma.
Even the Bryn'adûl Brutes massive rifles felt like child's play in the way of fire power. They were coming from everywhere, blood ridged sores in the ground and walls allowed the infected access, pouring out of them like insect's from a burning mound.
The furthest of his men forward, was cleaved in two by a crab like amalgamation of corpses; a Dravalan test subject with horns pouring out of its stretched pores like small hairs, tearing through his Durasteel armour. Still, the Brute continued to fire' even without his legs.
Tathra activated his thrusters, rising above the monster as he fell from the above, using the force to augment his strength; the Hammer came crashing down, tearing through flesh and bone as half of the monster collapsed, the other hand digging its claws into the mutants exposed arms. Growling with pain, he opened his mouth; magma boiling on the edge of his tongue as the creature wrapped its leathery flesh around his head.
In mere moments, the flesh boiled away like melting wax as a rain of magma fired down on the creature. The magma tore what remained of the creature down as Tathra spent no time dragging the remains of his Bryn'adûl back towards the others, only two of them still stood.
Only two.
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