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!!94V8GGifJkU 12/24/11(Sat)04:18 No.17318928“Now then, how shall I punish you, “warmaster”.” She mocks him with every word, clearly reveling in his burning hatred.
“Your father… All of the chaos gods will hear of this!” Abbadon shouts, backing up even as he does. Without his arms, he is more or less defenseless.
“Oh? Tell them then. TELL THEM NOW!” She swings the axe and it nicks Abbadon’s face, leaving a small cut right under the one Max made, which looks like it will scar.
“Tell them, little despoiler, you the mighty warmaster of the black crusades! Tell them how you have failed this day to even torch the hat of your new nemesis! Tell them how your own personal guard were cut down by but a single daemon!” She kicks him in the chest, and Abbadon falls backwards, unable to balance.
“They will cast you out! Siding with a dirty servant of their enemy the false emperor!” Abbadon yells, kicking madly as she approaches him.
“Will they now? Nurgle who is making him a special gift? Will he turn against me? Or Slaanesh, who would give anything to make Max it’s greatest champion? Perhaps Tzeentch, she doesn’t like him very much, but she likes the Emperor who likes him. Maybe my own daddy, the great Khorne, who cares for me above any other? Well Abbadon, which one will cast me aside?!”
She swings her axe down, and you jump a little at the impact.
Abbadon opens his eyes back up slowly, he had expected death.
Instead, Kaleshi bends down and retrieves something, which she grins and holds up.
Clutched in her hand, Abbadon’s top knot. |
