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The fight was to be held on a neutral world, one with no sentient life, just to perplex the Chronosians, and it would be held in an arena that had been warped in for this fight alone, it would hold 50 people, 25 representatives of each nation, the rest was pure combat space, 300 yards was the radius of the arena, and in its center stood the Darchon, a hulking creature of unrivaled power, it stood twice the height of a normal protoss, and radiated menace with a palpable aura of unease.

The Chronosian Champion came alone, no delegates came with him. The black craft scissored from the skies, plunging onto the world, marring the atmosphere in searing flame, that blazed beautifully in the crafts wake.

The doors opened, great and terrible blakc gates unlocking, as a foul wind seemed to blow across the world. Demons came forth, two great hulking beings, dragging forth a chariot, upon which he sat.

Gabriel Dolcer, Lord of the Undivided Chaos, came forth. Upon his back there lay a great and ancient blade. His armor ran with runes, ever changing, ever shifting manifestations of the Four Powers which he worshipped. His hair was long, falling blond across his armor, and from his back there came great black wings, feathered, ornately framed by his regal armor. He stepped forth, and smiled lightly. This was their champion?

The Chronosian Champion came alone, no delegates came with him. The black craft scissored from the skies, plunging onto the world, marring the atmosphere in searing flame, that blazed beautifully in the crafts wake.

The doors opened, great and terrible blakc gates unlocking, as a foul wind seemed to blow across the world. Demons came forth, two great hulking beings, dragging forth a chariot, upon which he sat.

Gabriel Dolcer, Lord of the Undivided Chaos, came forth. Upon his back there lay a great and ancient blade. His armor ran with runes, ever changing, ever shifting manifestations of the Four Powers which he worshipped. His hair was long, falling blond across his armor, and from his back there came great black wings, feathered, ornately framed by his regal armor. He stepped forth, and smiled lightly. This was their champion?


"Entaro Adun, champion, I am The Darchon, the fight begins when your craft departs and your chariot is gone."

Gabriel smirked softly, as he pushed himself off of the Chariot; the demons turning, almost scared as he pushed past them, and they retreated into the ship. He only needed to turn his head, his hand playing over an object, as the ship rose into the air, and was gone, off into the void again, to hover, wary above the world.

"So, you are the enemies Champion. I can't say I'm impressed. We have fought the Devourer, the Great Beast, and the denizens of the Stars. We have fought countless, legends are made of our passing. Happy are those called into the lihgt of the Emperor. You are deviance, you are heretics and Xenos...
And by his will you will be cleansed"

Gabriel smirked softly, as he pushed himself off of the Chariot; the demons turning, almost scared as he pushed past them, and they retreated into the ship. He only needed to turn his head, his hand playing over an object, as the ship rose into the air, and was gone, off into the void again, to hover, wary above the world.

"So, you are the enemies Champion. I can't say I'm impressed. We have fought the Devourer, the Great Beast, and the denizens of the Stars. We have fought countless, legends are made of our passing. Happy are those called into the lihgt of the Emperor. You are deviance, you are heretics and Xenos...
And by his will you will be cleansed"

"We burn!"

With that he attacked, his blades springing to life along his forearms, their six foot blades of pure psionic energy sparking with the barely contained power of their wielder. He used his powers of the mind to bind the forces of Chaos to his will, brining Feedback upon his foes, and releasing a Maelstrom of psionic anguish into his enemies mind.

Gabriel forced himself forward, moving as pain shot through his veins; not that he minded pain, in fact, countless years as a warrior and sadistic veteran of the Imperium, has made him crave it. He felt the nullifying power of this beings mind, combined with its near total physical impotence. Was he to fear these blades of psychic force, when he himself-

He paused, bringing his own blade forth from his back, its surface glimmering with runes and his own psychic force, pushed and tightened through it.

"You...wish to fight me, fool? Then you should not have wasted all your energy so quickly. You tihnk you tame Chaos, let me show you Chaos."

the blade roared with the power of the wartp, its edge shimmering with the flame of the Immaterium, as he lunged forward, bringing the great weapon towards his foe.

This would be memorable....

Gabriel forced himself forward, moving as pain shot through his veins; not that he minded pain, in fact, countless years as a warrior and sadistic veteran of the Imperium, has made him crave it. He felt the nullifying power of this beings mind, combined with its near total physical impotence. Was he to fear these blades of psychic force, when he himself-

He paused, bringing his own blade forth from his back, its surface glimmering with runes and his own psychic force, pushed and tightened through it.

"You...wish to fight me, fool? Then you should not have wasted all your energy so quickly. You tihnk you tame Chaos, let me show you Chaos."

the blade roared with the power of the wartp, its edge shimmering with the flame of the Immaterium, as he lunged forward, bringing the great weapon towards his foe.

This would be memorable....

The enemies blade was very shiny, but that was about all it had going for it, he was no true master of Chaos, the Darchon was Chaos, he feared no simple human, however powerful he thought himself to be.

The Darchon was far from drained, it was a wellspring of physical and psionic energy, it followed up with a hallucination, where once there had been one there were now four, and then he let loose a psionic storm of imense proportions, lasing the arena with coruscating bolts of mental lightning, which were easily absorbed by his powerful shields, which were barely dimmed by the strikes of his attack.

OOC; excuse me? Who are you to say what the properties of my weapon are. Gabriel is a servant of the Chaos Gods; thus he is gifted with certain benefits. He is a Psyker, so he can focus his power along the blade, thus, you should ask before you asume, or this is off.

IC:

The lightning crackled and hissed against his armro as he lashed out again and again at his enemy; leaping back when it became clear that his psychic shield was indeed strong. Gabriel rallied himself, pressing the attack; his words were as whispered chant, a prayer to powers above, a dark blessing, an invocation. The air about him crackled and hissed, spitting with bolts of energy as he brought his crackling blade down again, once, twice, three times, and then lashed out with his free hand; the fires of the warp crackled there; blasts of balefire surging forth to meet his foe.
he was not the only one capable of psychic feats.

OOC; excuse me? Who are you to say what the properties of my weapon are. Gabriel is a servant of the Chaos Gods; thus he is gifted with certain benefits. He is a Psyker, so he can focus his power along the blade, thus, you should ask before you asume, or this is off.

IC:

The lightning crackled and hissed against his armro as he lashed out again and again at his enemy; leaping back when it became clear that his psychic shield was indeed strong. Gabriel rallied himself, pressing the attack; his words were as whispered chant, a prayer to powers above, a dark blessing, an invocation. The air about him crackled and hissed, spitting with bolts of energy as he brought his crackling blade down again, once, twice, three times, and then lashed out with his free hand; the fires of the warp crackled there; blasts of balefire surging forth to meet his foe.
he was not the only one capable of psychic feats.

OOC: The Darchon doesn't feel threatened by it, sure it's powerful, but compared to Chaos incarnate, what is, I mean, really(It's not really incarnate chaos, but it's damn near close enough)?

IC:

His shield dimmed with each strike, but it held, the constant hammering was mildly annoying, but he had other ways to fight his opponent, he brought his blades up, sprining forward to both avoid the warp energy, which could penetrate his shield, although it woiuld harm him little, and bring his weapons to bear against his opponent, bringing the right one in from high on his enemies left side and slashing low with the left blade, also from the left side, assaulting the joints of his enemies armor.

Gabriel felt the searing pain of the blades, and felt himself hurled backwards by the strike, grunting as he slid across the dusty ground, standing and hissing with preternatural fury. His eyes blazed, furious with the energies of Chaos. A black shadow seemed to form behind him, a great armored behemoth, its staff slamming into the ground.

"Does it hurt...little brother?" It hissed, and then was gone, as Gabriel spread his great wings.

"Pain is an illusion, fear is an illusion." The air around him crakcled with discharge, a hot searing smokey taste filled the air, as he strode forward, the dust at his feet burning, fading into composite atoms.

The energy crackled about his entire body, rising from his burning eyes, from his armor.

"GODS OF CHAOS! HEAR MY CALL!" His words degenerated into barked howls, half legible words. He hurled himself forward, his wepon blazing with a fury akin to his eyes, in turn akin to suns. He brought the screaming blade down upon the shield, before ducking, dragging it across the surface, searing, scoring; before lashing out at his enemies ankles.

Gabriel felt the searing pain of the blades, and felt himself hurled backwards by the strike, grunting as he slid across the dusty ground, standing and hissing with preternatural fury. His eyes blazed, furious with the energies of Chaos. A black shadow seemed to form behind him, a great armored behemoth, its staff slamming into the ground.

"Does it hurt...little brother?" It hissed, and then was gone, as Gabriel spread his great wings.

"Pain is an illusion, fear is an illusion." The air around him crakcled with discharge, a hot searing smokey taste filled the air, as he strode forward, the dust at his feet burning, fading into composite atoms.

The energy crackled about his entire body, rising from his burning eyes, from his armor.

"GODS OF CHAOS! HEAR MY CALL!" His words degenerated into barked howls, half legible words. He hurled himself forward, his wepon blazing with a fury akin to his eyes, in turn akin to suns. He brought the screaming blade down upon the shield, before ducking, dragging it across the surface, searing, scoring; before lashing out at his enemies ankles.

"Bad doggy, sit, stay."

The Darchon jumped back, avoiding the first blow, but the second and third conected solidly, dimming his shield further, to a fragile web of light, a mere shadow of its former brilliance, but it held, although another attack like that one would likely drop it and leave him open to attack, but he just brought up his blades again and swung, the right one coming in to connect with his armor while the left went for his sword arm.

His sword arm moved, even as the blade connected solidly with his armor; he heard metal buckling, as he mustered his strength. Mind and body were one, will focussed across the length of the blade. He heard the whispering voices of the warp, heard the Daemons words. He forced his sword down and forward, his energy focussed, primed. he felt the trickle of blod from his wounds, even as the cauterising flame of his rage dulled the pain. he grunted, his physical attack mirrored by a psychic strike. He would shatter this shield, this pathetic barrier that the being chose to hide behind. And then, they would truly fight.

His sword arm moved, even as the blade connected solidly with his armor; he heard metal buckling, as he mustered his strength. Mind and body were one, will focussed across the length of the blade. He heard the whispering voices of the warp, heard the Daemons words. He forced his sword down and forward, his energy focussed, primed. he felt the trickle of blod from his wounds, even as the cauterising flame of his rage dulled the pain. he grunted, his physical attack mirrored by a psychic strike. He would shatter this shield, this pathetic barrier that the being chose to hide behind. And then, they would truly fight.


"Weakling, you call that a strike, this is a strike!!!" With that the Darchon channeled all of its formidable powers and lashed out against his opponents mind, flaying him away one layer at a time until his neurons were raw and screaming with agony, but even as he assaulted his opponents mind his shield buckled, regained strength, flickered, and finally fell, leaving his body open to his enemies assault, but he was still hitting back for now, lashing out with his unoccupied blade even as he withdrew the first, targeting the same point, trying to penetrate the armor.

Gabriel roared, his barriers raised in his mind as the force tried to invade him, to defile his mind. he saw it steal glimpses of his thoughts, tunneling into the deepest recesses of his mind, tearing at fragile tissue with its clawed power, its tyrannous hate.

I will not yield....

he grasped his sword, blood oozing from his wounded hand, his mind reeling. He saw it, his eyes blurred, and then he fell forward, knee digging into the dust. His mouth whispered half remembered phrases, mouthing ancient languages taught to him by his sorcerous brother and his Dark Father.

"You...are not the only one with tricks." he hissed. His words rising, a cacophany of dark verses; symbols blaZed upon his armor and upon the blood reddened ground. "Thrice Cursed am I, servant of the Dark Powers, I beseech thee, my mind is ready, my body is but the flesh, dark powers I beseech thee, I offer thee my sacrifice." His hand crackled with that dark power, his eldritch birthright. "Come forth, dark winds, blowing from the four poles....I invoke thee! I beseech thee!" He let fly with all he had, a rippling storm of warp energy, screeching at the edges of his sanity "COME FORTH"

Energy whipped about him, surrounding him, shielding him, before it exploded outwards, its power rippling across the spectators and curving towards the Darchon. His eyes were alive with the Warp, his body suspended by its dark and insidious power. He cackled, sending it forth. he was their instrument, he was his Father's instrument...By this sacrifice, by all his sacrifices; countless years of war and battle; of the lives he had taken and sacrificed...he would taste divinity.

Gabriel roared, his barriers raised in his mind as the force tried to invade him, to defile his mind. he saw it steal glimpses of his thoughts, tunneling into the deepest recesses of his mind, tearing at fragile tissue with its clawed power, its tyrannous hate.

I will not yield....

he grasped his sword, blood oozing from his wounded hand, his mind reeling. He saw it, his eyes blurred, and then he fell forward, knee digging into the dust. His mouth whispered half remembered phrases, mouthing ancient languages taught to him by his sorcerous brother and his Dark Father.

"You...are not the only one with tricks." he hissed. His words rising, a cacophany of dark verses; symbols blaZed upon his armor and upon the blood reddened ground. "Thrice Cursed am I, servant of the Dark Powers, I beseech thee, my mind is ready, my body is but the flesh, dark powers I beseech thee, I offer thee my sacrifice." His hand crackled with that dark power, his eldritch birthright. "Come forth, dark winds, blowing from the four poles....I invoke thee! I beseech thee!" He let fly with all he had, a rippling storm of warp energy, screeching at the edges of his sanity "COME FORTH"

Energy whipped about him, surrounding him, shielding him, before it exploded outwards, its power rippling across the spectators and curving towards the Darchon. His eyes were alive with the Warp, his body suspended by its dark and insidious power. He cackled, sending it forth. he was their instrument, he was his Father's instrument...By this sacrifice, by all his sacrifices; countless years of war and battle; of the lives he had taken and sacrificed...he would taste divinity.


The Darchon dodged, once, twice, a third time, and then he fell, unable to avoid the massive storm of warp power, and it was unhampered by his shields, it slammed him to the ground and pummeled at his physical form, but he survived, bleeding from a dozen already healing wounds he survived, dazed and slow to move he was still alive, and he would not let an upstart such as this stop him, he was Chaos, by his opponents all upon the energies he served he had given the Darchon strength, and the Darchons body glowed with the power that was now contained in his form, his blood and his wounds glared brighter than 1000 suns, blinding the spectators, and healing before their eyes as he channeled some energy into their tissues, but he was still wounded, he could heal the surface but the internal damage was worse, he began the healing process, but it would take days before he was whole again, and he did not have days, he had minutes at the most, moree likely seconds, so he attacked again, brining his enlarged blades to bear, grown to over seven feet in length they were massive and still sparked with barely controlled power, and they were currently on a path towards his opponents form.

Energy crackled from blade to master, awake with frightful symbiosis as he flexed his wings, leaping into the air to dodge his prey. He twisted in mid-flight, diving, his blade thrust from his hand towards his hated enemy, crackling with the power of the watrp, with the power unbound by his terrible psyche. To be a psyker was a blessing and a curse, and alive as he was with sorcerous energy, he knew its power was too great to truly contain.

Patience little brother a voice hissed, seductively whispering to him.
We are both blessed, and this battle is most interesting. Tell me, ideas for the killing blow?

Gabriel did not answer, so focussed was he on his task, he felt his power flow to the steadfast blade, which even now was on its dire course towards his enemy. His blood would flow.

Energy crackled from blade to master, awake with frightful symbiosis as he flexed his wings, leaping into the air to dodge his prey. He twisted in mid-flight, diving, his blade thrust from his hand towards his hated enemy, crackling with the power of the watrp, with the power unbound by his terrible psyche. To be a psyker was a blessing and a curse, and alive as he was with sorcerous energy, he knew its power was too great to truly contain.

Patience little brother a voice hissed, seductively whispering to him.
We are both blessed, and this battle is most interesting. Tell me, ideas for the killing blow?

Gabriel did not answer, so focussed was he on his task, he felt his power flow to the steadfast blade, which even now was on its dire course towards his enemy. His blood would flow.


As Gabriel dodged The Darchon whirled in place, even as him momentum carried him backwards , avoiding the blade by mere inches, and gouging his heavy armor, but he called upon the Chaos that was his strength, using it to augment another Flaying against his foes mind, ripping away at his opponents psyke, even as his blades grew from the power of the Chaos he had called.

OOC: I feel like I sould tell you how you can beat him, so you don't think I'm Godmodding, basically if you can cut him off from the Chaos, and not use it yourself you'll stop him from strengthening, and then you just have to outlast him, and his currently near God-like power(weakened Fallen God level, on a level of 1-100, Space marines being about 10, my guy is currently up around 50-70), so I've given you all you need to beat him, it's up to you to use it.

Gabriel's midn was closed, locked as he brought the blade screaming back up, arcing its tragectory back towards the Archon. gabriel roared in defiance as the blades of his enemy scratched at him, forcing his mind to circumvent its own barriers, to push, searing into his enemies mind. With blade and psychic force; he would tear it asunder.

Blood flowed from his countless wounds as he roared in fury, his entire form crackling with inhuman power. He was a Primarch of the Imperium, the mold from which his Legion was made. He was the Forge; he was the Hammer. He was everything and nothing; form and yet formless, physical force, and indominable psychic power.

This was his gift, this was his curse; and as he sent his mind forth, roaring in anger and black rage. He smiled...

Gabriel's midn was closed, locked as he brought the blade screaming back up, arcing its tragectory back towards the Archon. gabriel roared in defiance as the blades of his enemy scratched at him, forcing his mind to circumvent its own barriers, to push, searing into his enemies mind. With blade and psychic force; he would tear it asunder.

Blood flowed from his countless wounds as he roared in fury, his entire form crackling with inhuman power. He was a Primarch of the Imperium, the mold from which his Legion was made. He was the Forge; he was the Hammer. He was everything and nothing; form and yet formless, physical force, and indominable psychic power.

This was his gift, this was his curse; and as he sent his mind forth, roaring in anger and black rage. He smiled...

Gabriels attack sent The Darchon back a step, but he quickly recovered, taking a hit to his plate and shrugging off the pain, he was a near god at the moment, what could this mortal do to harm him? He battered back with his overwhelming mind, smashing at the enemies projected thoughts, even as he parried the next cut of his sword and came back with a dealy riposte.

This beings arrogance would be its downfall. For Gabriel knew it was no God; no Demi-God. It was a psyker, yes; powerful, true enough, but all beings hold weaknesses. Thrusting forward with his great blade, he sought to parry its riposte. He lunged forward, forcing his exhausted mind to fight it; to force forward with all the power his warp torn body could muster.

He felt the flow of his lifesblood; he felt the dark odds arrayed against him, but he felt his own power blazing as a supernova, greater than he had ever known it.

"You are not invulnerable...You are nothing!" His shrill hiss cut the silence as he attacked again. "I..shall endure...."

This beings arrogance would be its downfall. For Gabriel knew it was no God; no Demi-God. It was a psyker, yes; powerful, true enough, but all beings hold weaknesses. Thrusting forward with his great blade, he sought to parry its riposte. He lunged forward, forcing his exhausted mind to fight it; to force forward with all the power his warp torn body could muster.

He felt the flow of his lifesblood; he felt the dark odds arrayed against him, but he felt his own power blazing as a supernova, greater than he had ever known it.

"You are not invulnerable...You are nothing!" His shrill hiss cut the silence as he attacked again. "I..shall endure...."


"I am Power Overwhelming, you are nothing to Chaos incarnate."

The Darchon took a hit through his tough armor, burning through his flesh and releasing a surge of power back up the blade as he tried to heal the wound(raw power, not healing energy, he lost control for a moment), but his opponent was stuck for a time, his blade was caught in the armored rib-cage of The Darchon, and The Darchon struck back as best he could, de-activating his blades and gripping Gabriels armor, before re-activatinng them on a straight line with Gabriels head.

Gabriel roared in fury, wrenching his head to one side as he felt his neck and shoulder expoding in blood and flesh. he felt the heat of his own life oozing over his armor, as he screamed in pain and anger. Forcing all his energy forth, he did not try to dislodge his weapon, but pushed, with his remaining strength, crackling with the balefire of the warp, his mauled shoulder pulsating with black rage and life. He forced the blade forwards.

He screamed in agony, forcing his weapon in this depraved being, this thing that claimed it was Chaos Incarnate.

"YOU ARE NOTHING! NOTHING! YOU ARE NOT CHAOS!" He bellowed, as he forced onwards; anger his fuel, his fire...

Gabriel roared in fury, wrenching his head to one side as he felt his neck and shoulder expoding in blood and flesh. he felt the heat of his own life oozing over his armor, as he screamed in pain and anger. Forcing all his energy forth, he did not try to dislodge his weapon, but pushed, with his remaining strength, crackling with the balefire of the warp, his mauled shoulder pulsating with black rage and life. He forced the blade forwards.

He screamed in agony, forcing his weapon in this depraved being, this thing that claimed it was Chaos Incarnate.

"YOU ARE NOTHING! NOTHING! YOU ARE NOT CHAOS!" He bellowed, as he forced onwards; anger his fuel, his fire...


"You are weak mortal, give in, you have no more hope against me than you do against your father."

The Darchon forced the words out in a single thought, no seperation or stuttering marred his speech, he was still fighting strong as the Chaos he called fueled his strength, healing his fles around the blade, trapping him in agony, but keeping him from death, Gabriel had avoided the blades but he was still stuck in rage of The Darchons weapons, and the left blade was perfectly situated to decapitate him which he tried to do, even as the right blade came down to attack Gabriels sword, trying to shatter the blade that impaled him.

Gabriel allowed himself to fall backwards, his leg pressed fully against the blade as he let himself succumb to gravities embrace,forcing the blade forward, even as his fow sought to shatter it.

Let those shards be your end, monster

He felt the hard ground crash into his back, felt the breath rush from his lungs, then pausing as he rolled, turning to glance up at the being above him. His hand, twitching, almost shivering, felt the handle of his bolter and pulled, raising the weapon.

"For the Emperor..."

The weapon exploded in discharge, explosive shells hurtling madly from its barrel as he held the trigger, his eyes rooted on the being. He hoped this would work. Even as he felt the warm sting on his neck, followed by the encroaching numbness, he knew he must fight on, focussing his body on fighting, and his psychic power, on maintaining said body...

Gabriel allowed himself to fall backwards, his leg pressed fully against the blade as he let himself succumb to gravities embrace,forcing the blade forward, even as his fow sought to shatter it.

Let those shards be your end, monster

He felt the hard ground crash into his back, felt the breath rush from his lungs, then pausing as he rolled, turning to glance up at the being above him. His hand, twitching, almost shivering, felt the handle of his bolter and pulled, raising the weapon.

"For the Emperor..."

The weapon exploded in discharge, explosive shells hurtling madly from its barrel as he held the trigger, his eyes rooted on the being. He hoped this would work. Even as he felt the warm sting on his neck, followed by the encroaching numbness, he knew he must fight on, focussing his body on fighting, and his psychic power, on maintaining said body...


The Darchon took 1 hit, 2 , a dozen, and finally fell, struggling to heal the wounds it had taken, but he struggled to his feet as well, his enemy was down, and his blade would soon proclaim him victor in this contest of strengths, he staggered towards Gabriel, his blades sputtering, no longer with barely contained power, but with the effort of keeping them active, he was weakening, he called upon the Chaos, and recieved a little temporary strength, his blades solidifying for a moment, but as quickly as it had come it was gone, used to heal the gaping holes in his flesh that streamed glowing ichor like water, he was less injured than when he had started to move, but he was weakened, so very weakened, he sould kill his foe, and then he would rest until his wounds were all healed.

The Bolters were thrown aside; their ammo deplted as his eager hands sought again his gunbelt. He pulled the seocnd set of pistols up; their crackling tips alight with fire. He let his strength flow through him, as he flipped backwards, landing on legs that were about to give way. He felt himself slide to his knees; having put distance between them. His eyes were hazy; blood flowed through them, into them and he squinted as he took aim.

"Burn....He-Heretic..." He hissed, his strength fading, but his will absolute. He pulled the trigger; unleashing the Plasma Pistols against his foe, as he struck out with all his remaining mental and psychic strength. Light crackled about him, cauterising his wounds with raw heat; he saw a sphere coalescing; a Holocaust...

He sent the crackling, flaming sphere forht with his plasma blasts; his mind and body exhausted as he forced it forwards; lengthening, crackling, till it seemed almost beam like. The ground beneath their feet seethed and crackled, cracking as he sent his considerable power forth; in one, last desperate attempt. The Plasma was rocketing towards his head and upper body; but the raw, searing blast of psychic energy; was destined for the wounds and protruding shards of blade....

The Bolters were thrown aside; their ammo deplted as his eager hands sought again his gunbelt. He pulled the seocnd set of pistols up; their crackling tips alight with fire. He let his strength flow through him, as he flipped backwards, landing on legs that were about to give way. He felt himself slide to his knees; having put distance between them. His eyes were hazy; blood flowed through them, into them and he squinted as he took aim.

"Burn....He-Heretic..." He hissed, his strength fading, but his will absolute. He pulled the trigger; unleashing the Plasma Pistols against his foe, as he struck out with all his remaining mental and psychic strength. Light crackled about him, cauterising his wounds with raw heat; he saw a sphere coalescing; a Holocaust...

He sent the crackling, flaming sphere forht with his plasma blasts; his mind and body exhausted as he forced it forwards; lengthening, crackling, till it seemed almost beam like. The ground beneath their feet seethed and crackled, cracking as he sent his considerable power forth; in one, last desperate attempt. The Plasma was rocketing towards his head and upper body; but the raw, searing blast of psychic energy; was destined for the wounds and protruding shards of blade....

The blades cme up, deflecting one plasmashot, but the other hit him in his chest, caving his armor and blistering his flesh, causing him to unleash a cry of mental agony that lashed any sensitive to it with raw pain, the psychic power burned in his wounds, awaking a fire within, he drew strength from the pain, using it to work forbidden skills, blood-skills, because the shedding of any blood released copius amounts of power, and he harnessed what he could of that power, blunting Gabriels attacks as best he could, fighting them as he gained strength from his weakness, power from his injuries, and deadly mighht flowed into him, slowly, with the speed of seeping blood he was restored to a reasonable fascimile of living, his wounds were still there, but they were no longer bleeding like water, he was burned and blistered, but the blisters drained away of their own accord, he had a sword in his body, but that could be removed later, all that mattered now was Gabriels death, he took another step forward and staggered farther, bringing him ever closer to his foe, and giving him strength, as he drew power from the blood that he still shed as he moved.