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Draex keeps towards the transport area anyway grabing Crim and Blood. Draex starts to run faster and faster as the rage kicks in. Now in front of the pack Draex is going to unleash war as he was bred to "FINALLY YOU SHOW YOURSELVES COWARDS, COME LET ME GIVE YOU A PRETTY DEATH."
"LET THEM COME!!!"
"Show me the emperor's children and I will show you dead bodies" Draex chuckles as he makes waving motion with his hand as if his chain axes where readied "I dont care about the ship, i care even less about retrieving old bones, but a chance to spill blood of mighty warriors now that is a reason to tag along. Your call Lheor" "Ill even play nice with them freaks and their parlor tricks"
Not understanding the language being spoken Draex's attantion drifts. Noticing Deathraven moving towards his pistol. Draex 's blood starts rushing hoping for a rumble to break out. Although his arms are crossed he grips the chains attached to his wrist...
Draex stands and watches but says nothing trying to maintain a thread of sanity. His patience is running thin and these witchs with their spooks just the sight makes him uncomfortable . Draex could careless of some dead primarchs bones being stolen or to seek revenge for others who were to weak protect a corpse but a chance to kill some emperor's children is enough to keep his craving of murder in check. To battle them again and thing out their number would be most enjoyable just have to wait and here what these men have to say The nails want it though... terminators around or not.
think of a Killing Order:
Draex stands still all but the subtle twitching of his palms and fingers wanting nothing more than to grab his axe and go to town.
Draex Stands unimpressed
"So you called us all the way out here just to tell us that Primachs bonees have been stolen? " draex crosses his arm and snorts back a little blood trickle running from his nose...... Thoughts:
Draex is wearing a red suit of power armor shine to perfection by slaves to look like fresh wet blood is covering him. His helm resemble the face of murderous intent at all times, Around his neck is a necklace of skulls from battles and random actions he remembered. Skulls:
1) An ork he best with his bare hands 2) an eldar who he cleved in half 3) A loyal space marine who though a sword was better than an axe. 4) A imperial army guy who las weapon burned a hole through his cheek. 5) A woman who thought I was there to save her planet rushing to embrace me with open. Arms. 6) A child whos crying song amplified the song of the nails. Obviously this guy does not care from which the blood flows Strapped to his back but with chains running to his wrist are two massive looking Chain axes. If you werent there to see him use them you would think there is no way ANY could weild them. Introducing the legendary Crimson Mist and Blood Extractor. One has a smooth teeth designed to open wounds without the body knowing it has been attacked letting the body leak blood pouring from woulds you didnt feel were there and the second axe is rugged looking serrated teeth meant to intensify the kill spraying blood in the most horrifying manner possible. strapped to his waist on the right is an empty bolt pistol, and on his left is a blade of diease unknown to this realm. and of course cannot forget the the pain engines that are so well in place that never allows for sleep forever stabbing, twisting, scrapping at his brain bleaching all emotion and self restraint.
"Awww" he grunts as the battle stands down "I guess another point meeting after all aye cousins" walking back to his starting position he feels a jolt in his head from the nails picking up psychic energy from Ulasht direction and so he spits at his feet as is their custom to ward off the dangers from their kind.
Draex Groans as they travel through the ether. The immaterial dimesion always makes the nails jumpy for some unknown reason. Its the main source of energy psykers draw their witchery from... "uuuughhh the nails..... The Nails!!!" He slams his fist down smashing through a table in his quarters. Draex begins pacing staring at his weapons counting the teeth. Something to pass the time away. "How much more time until we are out of this cursed warp"
Draex reminiscing of how his weapons came about:
Draex continues to defile the body hitting it over and over repeatedly blood and puss spew everywhere
Draex stands up raising his chain axes crossing them in an X above his head invigorated by the death he has dealt ... the Nails Sing aloud screwing into the meat of his brain eeeckkk!!!.... Draex scoops up the pestilent blade and places it in the hands of the nearest servitor " take this to the apothecary, have someone look at it. I want this toxic goop weaponized and ready for battle learn from it and report back to me immediately" Draex turns his attention back to the ring, charging full speed into the ring stepping on the skull of the death guard crushing it in completely without caring for the broken corpse "who else want some!!!"
vs 67 parry Draex revels in the joy of fighting. Not just any kind of fighting SANGUIS EXTREMIS for no battle can be called that without putting your life on the line. You can never feel that moment of serenity without becoming the victor over death "You cannot best me cousin, I will rip you to shreds until there is nothing left" Crimson Mist
Blood extractor
Crimson damage
Blood extractor damage
Crimson Mist
Blood extractor
Draex swings wildly striking nothing but air
unstoppable wrath failed to break through his parry parry his attack
draex's blade could not over power the other space marine as his weapon is brushed aside but with a grunt "Arrgg" draex sweeps his blade in time to block the poisonous blade from attacking. with a pull of the off hand chain draex now has blood extractor in his hands as well......
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Draex yanks the chain and immediately Crimson Mist is in his hand Draex hits activates the weapon brining it to life with a ferocious roar of jagged teeth whirling thirsting for the warm spray of blood. Draex charges "With these weapons blood will spill death guard, I COME FOR YOU!!! AAAARRRRGGGGG" beserk charge vs 92
computation:
weapon skill with ledgendary is 62. Charge is +30 Tearing
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Draex tilts his head back breathing in and exhaling heavily with exhilaration letting the nails grabbing on the chain at his wrist for Crimson Mist. Draex lets the rage take over him, eyes instantly blood filled red as veins buldge and burst at the sudden rush for battle "Finally A PROPER KILL, COME DEATH GUARD SEE HOW I MAKE WARRRR!!!!" draex screams Initiative: I believe its 1d10+4 but let me know
As Draex enters the training room he hits send on a data slate sending instructions to a few highly skilled warriors selected for the meeting. Briefing them in detail what may be expected.
Draex strolls over to his locker. Placing a few items he doesnt wish to see destroyed in the locker but never taking his attention of the warrior. Draex turns his nose up at the inanimate figure
Draex Grins at his attemps to provoke the death guard Mind of a eater of worlds:
.oO( kill him.... killKillKILL EECCCKKKK!!!) right eye starts twitching
Draex nods in understanding.
Draex gives some kind of informal salute beating his fist twice over his heart and exits to prepare the men. "Shall I prep the death guard should we cross paths" inquires as he walks off
"What seems to be the urgency, do you suspect... a pause interrupts his thoughts as a spasm sends fire down his spine. " the Sons of horus betrayers to us." clutching the chain attached to his main hand in a murderous fist. " Give me the word and I shall dispatch all of them and their busted ship. They will be on the crimson path before they realize their dead" Draex grins from ear to ear opening a fresh wound on his face.
Training Cages: Draex Roars, a sound which no human, not even a genetically engineered super human built to conquer worlds should be able to make. Breathing heavily waiting for the rage to subside. The ticking machine in his head allows for one moments pause from the constant scraping of raw nerves, being that he completely decimated his opponent in the ring. It is not war but it will do for now. The nails are content. Never satisfied but content with today's blood spill. Without looking back, not caring if the downed opponent still breaths he slashes the air with both Crimson Mist and blood extractor. Slating the floor in front of the ring with blood as is his ritual for being the sole contender walking from the cages signaling his victory. Surviving 3 bouts Draex walks away with a few open wounds covering his face, chest, one to the thigh. Draex Revs the legendary weapons to send the gore flying cleaning the teeth of the chains.
"You summoned"
World Easter Khorne Berserker!
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