//------------------------------// // Chapter 22 // Story: I am the hammer. The edge of his sword... and unfortunatly, the partner of a purple unicorn with wings. // by ThatRarityIsaSpy //------------------------------// There were many times... when one can say we get “drunk” off of power. That is exactly what happened to Malcador. And boy... did he pay the price for it. The sheer embodiment of Khorne’s rage was like the most powerful hurricane, it picked him up and sent him flying as if he was a leaf, hitting one of the brass walls of Khorne’s fortress. Malcador retaliated, with a mere gesture of his hand, he sent a brilliant bright beam straight at the god of war. There was the small chink of armor cracking... and Khorne’s wrathful roar. He really pissed him off now. The axe of Khorne could destroy entire planets with a single sweep. One reason why Khorne dared not to use it. Picking up the blade that An'ggrath left behind, the god of war leapt from his throne and walked towards Malcador, the only noises coming from him were his footfalls and the growls and cries of pure rage. When Malcador sent his second blast which shattered a tiny section of Khorne’s shoulder plates, the war god went from a slow march into a blazingly fast sprint, i n just a fraction of a moment, he was ontop of Malcador. The combined power of three extremely powerful beings hardly held him off, but the shield that surrounded Malcador held against the axe blows... but they protected him. For now. The psyker relentlessly pounded Khorne with blasts of energy, drawing his power both from harmony and from the warp. For all their power though, the most that was done were cracks and fractures in the war god’s armor, not a single wound upon the angry god. The shield finally broke into several pieces, sending one rather forceful attack into Khorne’s face, Malcador backed off to high ground, watching the god rage insanely (extra insanely as he would later describe) over being hit in the face with a power blast. A single scorch mark accounted for the damage on his war helmet. Khorne leapt straight up the ledge and sent his axe crashing down. Malcador avoided the blow easily and sighed in relief when Khorne got his axe stuck on the brass walls of his fortress. Seizing an opportunity, the psyker hit Khorne again in the back, causing the armor to splinter and crack. Khorne abandoned his axe, whirled around, and punched Malcador in the gut, sending him flying several hundred meters, crashing through a few tons worth of skulls. “Damnation.” Malcador muttered as he got up again, blood trickled from his mouth and nose and his brown cloak stained in a few areas. Khorne was more powerful than he thought. “BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD. SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!” “What the?” “AS LONG AS MY TOWER OF OFFERINGS REMAIN IN PLACE, I AM INVULNERABLE.” “Huh?” “The skull towers! Destroy them!” Malcador turned his head right at the massive chair..... “My offerings huh?” Malcador muttered to himself, watching the many skulls that piled underneath it. Pain was something that Khorne, while being adapted and suited for, he wasn’t too used to. There never had been any being that had been able to cause him pain before. But when Malcador destroyed... even just a relatively small portion of the skulls underneath his throne, the feeling that shot through Khorne burned and stung. So... this was what mortals called pain. It certainly has been a long time. Malcador sent another blow at the skull throne, and another bolt of pain shot through Khorne. He looked up to see the psyker slowly causing his throne to crumble. That was the source of his pain. Malcador heard the roar... well... he would of even if he was a few bajillion light-years away. All he could see however, was the form of Khorne almost on top of him, flying towards with blinding speed. But... instead of being hit and probably killed outright. It would be Khorne who would be on the receiving end of any form of injury. Somewhere... something hit Khorne, the blow sent him sprawling into a wall. “Galaxia.” Malcador said as he watched the alicorn descend from the red sky. “Good to see you too.” Galaxia chuckled. “I think I got here just in time?” “You did.” Malcador said. “Good. Listen... Khorne draws his power from fighting... us going against him head to head will only result in us losing rather badly.” “So... you got a plan?” “I do as a matter of fact.” Galaxia said. “I’ll keep him occupied. You... smash this thing and he’s gone. Good luck.” “Good luck to you too.” “Oh... and Celestia and Luna... are they well?” “Right here.” Malcador said touching his heart as he turned around to continue laying siege upon Khorne’s throne. The alicorn smiled for a moment, before turning to face the god of war. “Hello Khorne.” Galaxia said mirthlessly. “It’s been a long time.” Khorne climbed out from the hole within the wall, growling and snarling unintelligibly. He ran straight at Galaxia, who sidestepped him fairly easily and watched him run into another section of the wall. The blood god once again turned around to face Galaxia, doubling over in pain. Turning his head to see Malcador continuing to destroy his throne. But the moment he did so, he was met with a powerful blast of magic from Galaxia, tearing apart sections of his breastplate. “Your fight is with me murderer.” Galaxia said. But Khorne certainly wasn’t listening as he bounded for Malcador. The psyker turned just in time to get out of the way from Khorne’s frenzied attack. Only to realize. That wasn’t an attack. His intent was to get his axe. He lifted the axe blade high above his head.... and brought it crashing down upon the ground. The warp trembled and shook the entire realm of chaos. Within the fortress, fissures popped out from the earth, threatening to swallow the three fighters. “This is not good!” Malcador said as he pulled himself out from the fall into a pit of lava. “I agree!” Galaxia replied as she watched Khorne recover enough to scream and hiss again. The Blood God hit her, sending the alicorn flying back a few paces. “That hurt...” Galaxia wheezed as she felt blood trickle from her brow. The wound healed quickly but Khorne was quicker as he bounded for her. She had an idea left. Teleporting, she sent the two of them right in front of the skull throne. Khorne swung his axe for her...... and she teleported out of the way. The axe blade hitting the skull throne. Khorne hadn’t even had time to understand the true consequences that this action would yield. The last thing he saw was Galaxia and Malcador teleporting themselves out of here... the last thing he felt was an unspeakable pain and the ground shaking. The last thing that any viewer would have seen was the realm of chaos slowly collapsing and falling apart. That viewer was of course, The Emperor of mankind.