First off, how can something move that fast? Secondly, How can something that isn’t refracting water molecules create a rainbow Spectrum? Thirdly, Why did he smell warp fire? All three could be attributed to Xenos witchery but the first is what astounded Garvel the most.
The entire expanse of the field in the time it took a normal human to even evaluate if something is a threat, approximately a quarter of a second. But Garvel was not a normal human, No. He was Astartes.
Not that it mattered much but he really enjoyed the fanfare that blared in his head when he said things dramatically like that. He had begun to move the moment he saw her emerge from the brush, sensing an opportunity. As she rammed into the Ork, he was a second behind. He heard something snap as her hooved appendage connected with the meaty jaw of the green skin. He’s seen Orkz fight before and he knew it definitely wasn’t the Jaw.
He watched seemingly in slow motion as the club dropped and the hand came swinging towards her, seemingly encasing her in a wall of meat. He watched her expression change from one of bravery and anger to one of fear and despair. He watched in utter happiness as his “blade” slowly swung towards the Ork’s gut. The force of the swing causing the handle to slightly crack.
Were that an actual weapon, the Ork would have been bisected at the hip. As it were though, he simply doubled over and roared while both the frightened and unconscious Xenos fell to the ground in a pile.
“AAARH! Dat was a Low Blow Space mahreen!” the Ork yelled as he clutched his gut, a few coughs bisecting his words of hate and bestial anger. Garvel readied his blade once more, waiting for a good opportunity to strike.
The wolves circled the Ork and the Marine slowly as they did before, seeing their friend crumpled on the ground in between them. Short quiet barks to each other and snaps in their direction gave their intention quite clearly.
A foul Greenskin and the forces of nature itself were building themselves up against Garvel. But he was a soldier of the Emperor, and he would gladly die in service.
The smell of warpfire was still burning his nostrils however. It was severely beginning to worry him. He could tell the other group was quickly beginning to approach from the same way the rainbow one had approached.
He closed his eyes as they approached closer, his mind already lulling him into a battle trance. This would be a difficult battle he was sure of it.
He switched his stance, the blade pointing downwards and his arm outstretched acting as a shield. This is going to be fun he thought as a smile forced its way onto his face.
The chariots were parked some ways away, causing the others to chase down their friends at a near break neck pace. Not that it mattered, she already knew the outcome. Garvel would slay the Ork and emerge victorious.
Pinkie sauntered around the clearing, watching rainbows brash actions and Garvel’s swift response. Clearly his strength would prevail. She had been here for quite some time, watching and waiting. Her pinkie senses warned her of a doozy that would be coming up soon, something even bigger than the hydra.
Few things could ever scare Pinkie that she couldn’t simply laugh at. So when she heard the small amount of hissing she simply giggled and move on, her red robes swaying against the bushes. What came out was not what she expected.
It was shorter than a snake, but fatter. Where its head was seemed to be a crest like cover. How it could see was far beyond her imagination. Its mouth was large, larger than she had ever seen on any snake. Short clawed arms dangled right behind what she assumed was the entire head.
She stared with a confused expression, tilting her head to the side as the small thing crawled out of the bushes. When it noticed her it seemingly repeated the expression, using its small legs to propel its head up, seemingly trying to get a view of her.
It was goddamn adorable. In its own way of course.
It took of all of Pinkies willpower to simply not squeal and pick the thing up and hug it tightly. As much as she wanted to, those were some fairly large teeth. And of course what would Garvel think?
It tilted its head once more, eliciting small insectoid chatter. The temptation met no resistance this time around. She flailed around with the small thing lodged between her forearm and her chest, making a high pitched noise that obscured the frightened chitters.
His name would be slithers and he was going to be the best pet ever, after gummy of course!
It is said that on this day, millions of Light years away, The Holy God Emperor of Man and every Tyranid in the Galaxy shared a moment in which they all shed a single tear.
They galloped as fast as they could, dodging trees and jumping over what they could. The guards near them formed a tight circle around the group, weapons drawn and faces set forward. These were true professionals, Twilight thought.
Until something actually happens apparently. A hulking mass of green was sent flying through the trees, right before the entered the Clearing. Right before them in a small lump of shattered trees was the largest looking… THING any of them had ever seen!
The small group of guards had at first held up their spears and pointed down upon the thing. Contain the Perpetrator, simple guard duties. All sense of order was lost when a gigantic hand reached up out of the small amount of debris, proceeded to grab a single guard by his head, and toss him like a stone straight at Garvel as he began entered the hole the beast had caused.
A soul sickening crunch was heard as he collided with the armor, everyone already knew the outcome.
Twilight stared on with her mouth agape as the green Giant had already gotten back to its feet and tackled Garvel back into the clearing. “What… What just happened? … Is he? ...” The guard captain, whom Twilght remembered their name was Oak Shield, next to her managed to choke out.
Everyone was startled to say the least, the twitching the body didn’t help either. Most of the Elements had already backed off some, trying to get as far away from the dueling giants in the clearing as possible. “Captain. Orders? …” came the Voice of one guard, currently trying to comfort Applejack, who had collapsed from the Affairs.
The captain did not respond, but instead turned face. She took a moment to catch her breath before turning back. “We… We uhhmm…” She dragged her hoof over her face and looked up to the sky, seemingly for an idea. “We uh… Perform Standard Procedure. Contain the Incident and await reinforcements!” Captain Oak Shield finally stammered out. “Surround the clearing! I want to know if these two big boys make it out again as soon as it happens you hear?! And someone… Someone say something short for Trickle Stream...”
The small amount of excitement in their words of “affirmative”, “Yes ma’am”, and “Omaha” told Twilight just exactly how this was going to end. Badly of course!
“ALL Shall Fester… ALL Shall ROT…” The Gooey voice sounded. “No matter your… Tricks… Young Prince…” The last words literally dripping with Malice.
“I concur, you slimy Bastard! This world… There is something to it~ And It just makes me Shiver! I want it!!” A more immaculate voice came from the dark.
“WHY THE FUCK AM I HERE, WITCH?! I CARE NOT FOR THESE LITTLE THINGS…” Came a third more Bestial sounding roar. “THEY’RE LITTLE FUCKING PONIES FOR MY SAKE! I HAVE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO KILL!..”
The darkness was quiet for some time after that. No one seeming to understand The Blood God’s Logic. Wasn’t Blood still Blood?
“… I already have an agent on the world so there HAH! Mine anyway, you losers!” Came the Immaculate voice of Slaanesh again, much to the chagrin of Khorne and Papa Nurgle.
“And To Answer Your Question, Khorne. You Are Here Because I Have Already Seen Through Your… Plan…” Came the fourth, raspy Voice of Tzeentch.
“I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT BIRD BRAIN. I DON’T DO PLANS.”
“It’s because you are too stupid and your penis doesn’t work, isn’t it big guy?” With a giggle came from Slaanesh, already being chased around the Darkness by Khorne.
“Come, Brother Khorne… Even I see through your…” a long winded Wheeze was the only sound that came out of Nurgle’s large gaping mouth, heard over the sounds of Khorne beating Slaanesh, and her own… Moans.
“… It is an ILL fated attempt… But It did surprise me… Change from you, Old friend?...” the raspy and bloated voice continued.
“No Matter Is It Now. Chaos Descends Upon This World. It Matters Not Who Takes The First Piece…” The raspy laugh that followed seemingly cut the darkness out of Existence, as if it were never there Hovering above the World in question, Hiding behind its moon.
Some Dark cave somewhere close by to our main characters in Townsvill- I mean Ponyville.
“Cruor cruento Deo… Calvae calvarum solio…” Each syllable seemingly interrupted by a constant slicking, wet sound. Before long, a roaring portal erupted in the dark cave, and with it, the laughter of a thirsting god.