Some may have called Raelanash too eager to slip back into the path of a war-psyker from his duties as a counsellor, and in truth, they would have been correct. For too long had his blade sat idle, clean of impure blood. For too long had he not paid Kaela Mensha Khaine his dues. The prospect of battle sung to him sweetly, and it was a merry tune indeed, reminding him of his days in the Shrine of the Dragon, who even now were the custodians of his battle-mask when he was home on the craftworld. And it was this methodology that he applied here - swift, lethal, and utterly merciless.Zink wrote:"Follow my lead as we battle, Raelanash." A simple command, to re-affirm any suspicions that her companion might have had - though it was clearly evident she was ready, if not eager for combat.
In the dawnlight, stormclouds loom.
The warlock swept through the treeline with the grace natural to his kind, each step carefully placed, his Seer ever in front of him. Her lust for battle radiated from her psyche, and he drank deep of its sanguine taste, empowering his own. He looked deep into himself, to the wellspring of his psychic power, and carefully fanned the embers of aggression to bring martial power to the fore. Psychic energy danced at his fingertips, an insistent buzz of power waiting for release, and he relished in the feeling.
From the stormclouds, lightning strikes.Zink wrote:A normal human would not have been able to see it, but Auth could - out of the corner of their vision, piercing the treeline in less than a second, moving closer at astonishing--
Raelanash burst from the treeline alongside his seer, his witchblade released from its sheath and extended in a flash of crackling psychic lightning that lit the visors of his battle-helm. Power sparked in his free hand, and with an impetuous gesture the battle-psyker brought the power into being.
From the lightning, thunder roars.Zink wrote:The Farseer was upon the Rust-Stalker, Singing Spear raised high as she lashed out - a well aimed blow - seeking to pierce its armored shell and eviscerate it from within.
A bolt of coruscating energy, imperceptible to the eyes of the ungifted, hurtled towards the Shadowseer and -
- in their mind an amber dragon, born of fire and breathing embers, its eyes aflame with measured ferocity, makes its voice heard.
++STAND FAST++, it thunders. ++YOUR KIN ARE WITH YOU NOW.++
[[Raelanash Emboldens the shadowseer. #4u1 = 0, +3 Forceful for mentally shouting at her = 3.]]