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“FIGHT!” The Khornate Bloodthirster shouts joyfully as he charges. Not only are the golden cygors equal in stature, they did not run away at his sight and even counter charge. He is yet to have a name bestowed by the Blood God. He didn’t care as long as there was a fight to be had and he also didn’t care about his favors and rising in ranks. As this means he will always have other stronger bloodthirster to challenge for all time.
The cygor with the artifact shield bellows loudly that he deafens the battlefield. Putting all his weight behind the shield. The daemon clenches both of his right hand and punches the shield. The force of his might creates a shockwave that pulverizes the other lesser. daemons in the vicinity as it rebounds through both his punching arms and throws the bloodthirster back. Two distinct deep cracks left on the shield but it withstand the full force of a bloodthirster charge. Even returning the force back as daemons are essentially magical in nature and the shield was made to reflect back magic.
Recovering to his feet with a backward roll, a massive stone hammer struck his left head. Destroying the daemon’s balance as he sways to the right. Then a gigantic enchanted gauntlet much like his own but made of stone struck his head again from the right. The deafening sound of the punch are followed by a loud crack from the daemon’s skull
Using the force from the punch, the daemon swiftly turns and side sweeps the cygor with his leg. As the cygor with an enchanted fist falls, shadow looms over him. Raising his upper left arm just in time as a greatsword equal to his size slams down. The Bloodthirster manages to divert Dorn’s strike, parts of his ever burning brass gauntlet shatter from the force of his strike. Its counter with his right are intercepted by the same enchanted shield. A third and larger crack on the shield as again he is pushed back from the force of his own punch.
The hammer was thrown again as distance was made between him and the cygors. The bloodthirster tries to catch the hammer before being overwhelmed by the weight. Only managing to push away the hammer’s momentum away from his body as he charges the hammer throwing cygor. But the hammer struck his back as he slams to the ground as the hammer flies back to its wielder. His laugh grows louder and Khornate flame starts to blaze from his body as he enjoys the fight. Rising back to its feet, the massive stone shield was already upon him. The cygor braces for another strike before two blazing brass hands pull the shield into another direction before another two punches strike the shield. This time, the shield is unable to fully reflect the force, the cygor smash the ground backward from the force. Cracks cover the shield as it can’t endure anymore.
The daemon too was thrown back, directly towards the cygor with the gauntlet. With the momentum of being thrown the daemon throws a straight as the cygor swings at him
Burning brass gauntlet met stone gauntlet. This time, the daemon won as he crushed the gauntlet and the cygor’s arm at the cost of his own brass gauntlet. Sickening crunch and roar of pain follows before the daemon brings down another fist. Crushing the cygor’s skull.
“FIGHT!” The Bloodthirster roars and laughs. But cut short as he raised his two right hands to block . Dorn’s greatsword struck. Shattering the brass gauntlets on the two arms from the sheer might of his swing. The tip of the greatsword cut through the right part of the daemon’s head. Cleaving the lower right hand and almost beheaded the bloodthirster.
But the daemon starts to laugh even louder and his flame grows even hotter. His movement became even more fast and manic as he dodged another of Dorn’s swings. Striking Dorn’s side with his left. The greatsword pommel hit his ribs. Another greatsword swing dodged. Then the fight turns into a brawl. The golden cygor and the bloodthirster trade blows as the bloodthirster refuses to die and lets his fun cut short. That is until a cracked shield blocked his way yet again. In wrath the bloodthirster broke the shield in two and punched through the cygor holding it. The cygor holding it then drops the shield and grips his hand, forcing him to stay in place as Dorn cleaves through both in halves with a horizontal swing.
A silent anger rises within Dorn. For the cygor’s meddling and the acknowledgement that he might lose as the bloodthirster’s punches keep getting stronger as the fight continues. Then a childlike disappointment and shame that he cannot win the fight alone and that two of the cygor died. The roar of dragons broke him from his thoughts. The battle is not won yet. Fighting still sounds from the west and the east of the city.
He commands the last remaining cygor to take the gauntlet and whatever remains of the shield. Then he split his forces into two. One led by himself will go east to help with Kal and Druig while sending the last cygor, now armed with his hammer, the crushed gauntlet, and half of the shield west with the other half.
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The bloodthirster with its only upper half looks up at the realm tear. His return to the warp is slow as the realm tear floods the area with magic. He almost won. Again. Like he always has. He can just return to the warp. Though confused as he sensed that he can choose to join the golds through the artifact between the horn of the golden cygor that cut him in half.
Why would he want to join them? Then, against all norms, he starts to think. If he returns to Khorne, he would have to wait for who knows how long before he can reenter the material world. Would he fight sooner if he joined the golds then?
He thinks further. The gods seem interested in the golds. Why? The golds give a good fight. The golds are now fighting all the four gods. Why? Well, it doesn't really matter to him. Then it clicks. If he joins the golds, he might fight more frequently and not only against other bloodthirsters.
Oh yeah, it’s all coming together.
