Dominion The Bryn'adûl | Marshland Slaughter at Riileb

[Sarask Hiskt]

Objective: Hunt
Post: Four

Sarask swung for the lone figure that had appeared between her and the prey. It swerved out of the path of her weapons and delivered a palm strike to her side. She felt the thump, but otherwise her crystalline outer skin held. She frozen, before lowering her weapons, tilting her head. What was he doing? She rose up to her full height, emerging from the muddy water, the liquids dripping from her form like small waterfalls.

She didn’t speak their language, she barely spoke common. So, as he moved into a ready position, she tied the chains of her weapons around her waist. If that’s how he wanted it, then fine. That’s how it shall be. They were ready, Sarask kept a relaxed position as he moved forward, bogged down by the swampy water.

She leaped forth, jumping over the water entirely. She forced her clawed hands into a palm, and send it speeding down toward the martial artist. He brought his palm up to meet her, and looked thoroughly shocked when, with all of her weight passing down onto him, she cracked it back the other way. She put the fingers of her other hand into a straight position, and chopped at his forehead, cracking it somewhat, probably. She didn’t know what this one hoped to achieve, really. She looked around for her original prey, but they were gone. Well, perhaps that was his goal.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: Rip, Rend and Raid
Tags: Galak | Tathra Khaeus |

Before either participants could continue the conversation, it was over before either could think of what to say. An explosion erupted from the battlefield, their pathways cleared into the main hub of their mega-city. Millions died, tens of millions. As the Phalanx pushed, the Murdak's focused their fire on the citadel, the massive hub of Riileb populace burning like a gargantuan ball of fire.

The ground shook as the entirety of it did as well. Even though his conversation with the Emissary had ended prematurely, he was glad ome small progress seemed to be made, but what was progress and what just looked like progress were two different things. But what he could certifiably identify as progress?

This. All of this. The citadel crumbled into the city, killing more than the Bryn'adul Warriors could. He steadied himself against his Staff, watching as clouds of ash and smoke shot upward and through their entrenched lines.

 

[Galak]

Objective: Rid, Rend and Raid
Post: Six
Tags: Tathra Khaeus | Primarch Drek'ma |

Galak continued to lead the charge, pressing against the enemy defence with their Phalanx. They were dug in deep, using debris and all sorts, whatever they had to try and hold back the forward march of the Phalanx. Galak dropped down into the street they'd overtaken, taking cover as he gestured for his troops to follow. Gathering low, the Phalanx made room for the approach of the Savage Drones, rushing through their lines and attacking the running civilians.

The Emissary pushed forward into a brisk jog; "Rally to the Chieftain! Just time to push, time to fall in line - to prove ones strength. Galak was happy to crush and stomp on Riileb natives for a whole cycle if he had to. He'd get it done.

Well, if the Drones kept pushing. The offensive line was utter chaos, Drone and Native body pilled up in large stacks, pillars of smoke and fire were spread randomly. The natives were trapped between them, and they would be slaughtered.

 

[Krarolk T'manu]

OBJECTIVE: HUNT
POST: FOUR
TAGS: Gredak Tenebris

The Elite pursued his fellow Zealot as they ran further into the swamp.
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"This should speed us up." stated Krarolk as he reached out with his spiritual energy and solidified the damp ground underneath him and the Zealot. The two ran onwards without incident for about a minute before a long steel object caught Krarolk's attention. The Elite turned to the right just in time to see a sniper bullet soar by, bouncing off his sharply angled shoulder armor. Looking ahead towards the steel glint that had caught his eye, the Zealot saw subtle movement on top of a tree about thirty meters away.

"Enemy sniper, engage!" called Krarolk, dashing towards the tree as he used his glaive to slice another bullet out of the air.

OOC: Yes, this is a bit of a short post. I'm still trying to figure out what to do with my other Zealots.

 

[Sethrak]

Objective: Hunt
Post: 4
Tags: Tathra Khaeus Osam Galak Primarch Drek'ma

The battle was obviously nearing an end as the Bryn dominated the insects. However, Sethrak was still surrounded by foes. He had killed so many he lost count, but they seemed to know he was a high priority target. They had surrounded him and kept the other Bryn busy.

He now found himself quickly tiring, and sore from taking several hits. They were too close to comfortably use a spear, but Sethrak wanted a weapon. Thus, he snapped the spear in half, using a half in each hand. He sliced down two bugs, but three more took their place. Brave, but foolish.

Sethrak raised his dominant arm, ready to decapitate the nearest opponent when suddenly his left leg gave out and bent in an unnatural way. Then the pain found its' way past the adrenaline. He had been struck by a mace from behind and his leg had snapped. On one knee, his mobility was taken and it would be impossible to block attacks from all angles.

Desperate, Sethrak forced himself to fall back. He was caught by the body of his attacker. Unable to support the weight of a Bryn, the insectoid was knocked off balance and fell. Sethrak, now on his back, swept the legs out from the three enemies in front of him.

The desperate move had bought him precious seconds to plan his next move and catch his breath.

 

[Sylok'Vanari]

Post # 1
Tags: Tathra Khaeus | Osam | Sethrak | Gredak Tenebris | Primarch Drek'ma | Galak | Sarask Hiskt | Krarolk T'manu

Sylok couldn't see through the rush of murky water splashing upward into the perpetual, endless sky. The screams growing faint as the water flushed over his sponge-like ears. His ears were sowed like a mutation of melted skin, pockets of holes separated in unison to create an inner lobe. It was magnificent form of creation, but to the Draelvasier, all of them were unique in their own way. To those outside of their ruthless ways of life, they saw a nightmare, a monster. Sylok rarely saw himself in the antiquated mirrors or digitized profiles, but when he did, he too considered parts of himself to be wrong. Obviously, for his short and slender body frame. It made no sense, but in the recent days of his efforts on the field of battle, he began to see his curse as a strength, capable of reaching those in need under the cover of his other brothers and sisters.

The last drop of forced liquid drained itself of his ears and the shriek of the fallen came back into reality. The surges of scraped metal and explosive insides continued to decimate the soft, wet ground around him. Sylok knew more grenades and other makeshift attempts by the Riileb were coming. He had to be fast. Sylok felt his pale feet dig into the muddy soil below, his crooked toes curling as they dug deeper for posture. In seconds, the Aeravalin lunged forward, dancing across the rather tedious terrian like a swan on water. His body was left with patches of mud, tiny bits of grass, and soaked glistening skin by the time he reached the bleeding victim. This time, a Baedurin.

"No. I will not..." The Baedurin snapped, in frustration. The blood spilling from his side keeping him from finishing. Sylok already knew what the husky giant was going to say. He ignored the request and looked at the cause. A sharp metal piece of shrapnel jammed deep in multiple areas along, what Sylok would consider a rib cage. Based on the manner of breath it took the Badurin to even speak, Sylok concluded a punctured lung.
"If I don't, you'll die. Here in the mud.." Sylok was stern, the twin ends of his tongue revealed in succession with every word. "Don't let your pride kill you today brother."
"I...am not weak!" The Baedurin lashed out. The first sign of his exertion showing through his bloody teeth. "Da'kem, is strong!"
"Not strong enough to survive this. If I wait any longer..." Sylok didn't finish.

The large Baedurin, who clearly went by the name of Da'kem began to drift, the loss of blood forcing him into a deeper sleep of defeat. With haste, Sylok latched onto the first metal scrap and pulled, squirts of blood spit at him. Mud and blood mixing together as he reached for another. This time he had to be careful, the books he had recorded on some of the stone tablets back on Draemidus Prime, explained the complications of removing and dislodging smaller bits of affected areas. His mind speed up, calculating what needed to be done. Sylok grinned, in the only way a Draelvasier with that many teeth could. His sharp talons carefully pressed against Da'kem's skin. His claws would have to do, for now. Sylok could feel the vibrations of his body radiate through him, some parts excitement, others fear. His finger slipped inside the wound and under, the feeling of warmth and blood taking over.

The extraction began. ​

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[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: Rip, Rend and Raid
Post: Ten
Tags: Galak | Primarch Drek'ma | Sylok'Vanari |

As the Phalanx of the 10th Regiment continued to apply pressure to the enemy lines, Tathra drove into them; sword and Axe cutting through their lines with one blow following another. Tathra thrust the Axe into the chest of another, raising his left leg and kicking off the corpse before stepping forward, using his momentum to bring down the sword, cutting another in half. His upper and lower body were propelled in opposite directions as another spray of blood ran up the length of Tathra's right arm and collar. He longed for more, for combat and glory. The glory of battle, the glory of strength wrought though unity.

Even at this distance, with hundreds of weakling insects between them - the strength of the Bryn'adûl wrung true. Drones and Savage Drones rushed through the openings in the lines of the Phalanx, breaking the enemy line of their side whilst Tathra simply crushed those in his way underfoot. Tathra raised the Axe into the air, using his thumb and index-finger as an anchor, spinning the Axe upward into three stroke swing, cutting down six in a single motion of his arm as he turned and cut down another, removing his leg and flinging the body upward and down onto his back.

"Fight! Together! Fight for glory! For unity! Purge weakness from this Galaxy! Onward Brutes! Wraaagh!" Tathra's voice bellowed across the battlefield, cutting down dozens as he made his way into the heart of the enemy forces. The Phalanx and the other Brutes of the 10th Regiment would begin to encircle them, all routes of escape would be cut off.

This would be the end for the Riileb insects. Here, they would be crushed.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: Rip, Rend and Raid
Tags: Galak | Tathra Khaeus | Sylok'Vanari |

"Have the Murdaks encircle the larger groups of enemy forces alongside the Brumaks. Break their lines." The Primarch spoke with calm authority, directing his message to all the Shamans in their vicinity, his intentions stretching outward to all he could reach.

The beasts of the Bryn'adûl worked in coherence with their infantry, cornering the large groups of Riileb. Millions were ensnared in their trap, thousands dying every second as mortar fire and Brumak vaporizing energy cascaded across the battlefield.

Yet another species would fall under their might, yet another world.