I could only watch in horror as she decapitated the lord commissar. She neatly tore the ribbon from his cap and affixed it to her body with the others pulling it tight, so tight it bit into her skin, the thin sticky liquid she was so obsessed with spilling from either side, causing her to exhale with indecent satisfaction. She turned to me.
All I had was my stub revolver and my bayonet I skittered backwards through the mud, my legs had long since failed me. I fired a desperate shot but, as if predicting my movements she brought her axes together to deflect it. And the next one. The gun simply gave up after that. I started to pray.
"SHAHT AHP!! IT'S NOT OHVER YET!! PEECK AHP HYOOR BAYONET! PEECK AHP HYOOR WEAPONS!! FIGHT AHSS!! FIGHT AHSS AND WIN!! hhhhuuurrry,,"
She stamped through the mud, scraping her axes and cackling
HURRY!
HURRY!!
HURRY!!!
HURRY!!!!
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Someone asked for 100% Khornate Cultist.
This one really REALLY got away from me.
Nice work, requester.
Mister Coolexus
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