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Hmm i learnt it was roughly 7000 Greeks in total, with the Athenian Navy helping to gaurd them from sea. King Leonidas was only allowed to take a small portion of the Spartan army.. The route that the Persians used to out flank the greek was atfirst guarded by 1000 greeks(the name i forget) but when they saw the Persians coming they fled to guard their homes, leaving the route open.

Upon hearing of the situation Leonidas told the other to go, he and his Spartans would guard their retreat, so slowly the other greeks began to retreat. 300 Spartans, 700 Thespians, 400 Thebans and a few hundreds other stayed behind.

 

Oh you better like my next chapter, been writing it for like 2 hours.

The wall of Astartes and Daemons clashed. Bolt pistols snapped shot after shot before the noise of whirring chainswords replaced the monotone noise of the bolt pistols. Dante was a light amongst the dark, his golden armour reflecting Baal’s’ rising sun. Mephiston sent bolt after bolt of psychic power into the Daemonic host, forever removing their stain on the galaxy. There were no bolter or heavy weapon wielding marines; they were all wielding combat weapons and pistols of sorts. Bloodletters leapt at Dante, frothing madly at their mouths. With expertise of over millennia, Dante brought his weapon down; cutting, hacking and slashing. The foul Daemons falling into pieces on the floor. His fellow brethren were doing the same, daemon after daemon being banished to the warp.

 

Sanguinius and Ka’Bandha were flying around one another, dashing forwards trying to strike out at each other. The Lord of all Blood Thirsters and the Warmaster of the Emperor traded blows that would shatter worlds. In the warp, beings trembled at the sight of Sanguinius’ wrathful warp presence. Ka’Bandha faltered slightly, the constant flying taking its toll. Even in his full battle armour Sanguinius was not even sweating, there were no signs of battle evident on the Primarch at all. The Blade Encarmine was still glowing, as he swung it at the foul Daemon Lord it left a trail of azure flame burning in its wake.

 

“You piece of filth, death is only fitting for your kind!” snarled Sanguinius. Even over the din of battle his voice still carried, his wrath still terrible. Sanguinius dived down at Ka’Bandha, too fast for the Greater Daemon to dodge. The pair came spiralling down, both trying to choke one another. The Warmaster was winning. The pair crashed into the ground. Sanguinius’ reactions proved much quicker, he was already upon his foe, slamming the hilt of his blade into Ka’Bandha’s face. Blood began to trickle down the Daemons face.

 

“Blood for the blood god now, bastard” taunted Sanguinius.

 

“He cares not from whence it flows” the Greater Daemon retorted, managing to push himself clear of the Primarch. Battle raged around them, each side unaware of the titanic duel taking place. Mephiston opened his arms wide, waves of fire bursting outwards, only burning Daemon flesh. Dante was leaping from foe to foe, decapitating and eviscerating any Daemon who came near him. The battle was truly a sight to behold, one that would warm the heart of any Imperial General or Primarch and yet sicken them at the same time; one that make the Emperor proud yet full of sorrow. The smell and feel of the warp was very heavy, it had completely saturated Baal’s’ atmosphere.

 

Sanguinius stared Ka’Bandha straight in the eyes, a gaze that would cause even Khorne to flinch. Raising his Blade Encarmine he charged.

 

 

Enjoy what is now a teaser, looks bigger on word haha. :lol:

I agree with the above post except for a few things:

 

He cares not from whence it flows

 

and the part where Sanguinius charges him, wasn't he strangling him on the ground? (Edit: Woops, sorry, I didn't read the part where he pushes himself clear of Sanguinius)

 

Other than those two, epic story! Personally, I'd now like to see the battle from a Blood Angels perspective, like Dante's or Mephiston. Also, are you going to include the new characters?

Thank you guys! I worked on that for bloody hours so i am glad it was worth it in the end. Fixed that little error.

Well i have not read the new codex although i've heard about some of the fluff attrocities in there... anyways so i probably wont include them as i know nothing about them. I will do some more from their perspectives, that was half the chapter ror so. Now to continue with it.

The wall of Astartes and Daemons clashed. Bolt pistols snapped shot after shot before the noise of whirring chainswords replaced the monotone noise of the bolt pistols. Dante was a light amongst the dark, his golden armour reflecting Baal’s’ rising sun. Mephiston sent bolt after bolt of psychic power into the Daemonic host, forever removing their stain on the galaxy. There were no bolter or heavy weapon wielding marines; they were all wielding combat weapons and pistols of sorts. Bloodletters leapt at Dante, frothing madly at their mouths. With expertise of over millennia, Dante brought his weapon down; cutting, hacking and slashing. The foul Daemons falling into pieces on the floor. His fellow brethren were doing the same, daemon after daemon being banished to the warp.

 

Sanguinius and Ka’Bandha were flying around one another, dashing forwards trying to strike out at each other. The Lord of all Blood Thirsters and the Warmaster of the Emperor traded blows that would shatter worlds. In the warp, beings trembled at the sight of Sanguinius’ wrathful warp presence. Ka’Bandha faltered slightly, the constant flying taking its toll. Even in his full battle armour Sanguinius was not even sweating, there were no signs of battle evident on the Primarch at all. The Blade Encarmine was still glowing, as he swung it at the foul Daemon Lord it left a trail of azure flame burning in its wake.

 

“You piece of filth, death is only fitting for your kind!” snarled Sanguinius. Even over the din of battle his voice still carried, his wrath still terrible. Sanguinius dived down at Ka’Bandha, too fast for the Greater Daemon to dodge. The pair came spiralling down, both trying to choke one another. The Warmaster was winning. The pair crashed into the ground. Sanguinius’ reactions proved much quicker, he was already upon his foe, slamming the hilt of his blade into Ka’Bandha’s face. Blood began to trickle down the Daemons face.

 

“Blood for the blood god now, bastard” taunted Sanguinius.

 

“He cares not from whence it flows” the Greater Daemon retorted, managing to push himself clear of the Primarch. Battle raged around them, each side unaware of the titanic duel taking place. Mephiston opened his arms wide, waves of fire bursting outwards, only burning Daemon flesh. Dante was leaping from foe to foe, decapitating and eviscerating any Daemon who came near him. The battle was truly a sight to behold, one that would warm the heart of any Imperial General or Primarch and yet sicken them at the same time; one that make the Emperor proud yet full of sorrow. The smell and feel of the warp was very heavy, it had completely saturated Baal’s’ atmosphere.

 

Sanguinius stared Ka’Bandha straight in the eyes, a gaze that would cause even Khorne to flinch. Raising his Blade Encarmine he charged.

 

***

 

The Emperor let out a cry of fury, an unnatural wind began to blow. Lightning of all colours began to leap out from the very air itself, in a dazzling display. A sudden surge of warp energy rushed forwards, knocking Ynnead and Cegorach off their feet. Magnus stepped away from his father as he felt his wrath and psychic energy build up. Ynnead sent a ball of dark energies at the Emperor, it impacted him in the chest but however did nothing. The Emperor laughed a low, mocking laugh as he absorbed the attack.

 

“You are a mere child; I have and will continue to exist for all time! I will live on long after I have consumed you, your hedonistic race staining their former worlds with their blood. You and your brothers will become my play things, I much befitting life I feel.” taunted the Emperor, the ethereal wind and lightning growing stronger. Magnus just looked on in shock, he had never seen or felt his father like this before, even when he was being chastised for breaking the Palaces wards.

 

 

“At least our sons didn’t betray us and fall under the sway of the Ruinous Power” Ynnead mocked through deathly white gritted teeth.

 

The wind stopped, the lightning bolts fizzed out. Magnus winced at Ynneads words and was driven to his knees, visions of death, madness flashing through his head at immeasurable speeds. He felt a sense of loathing, dread, fear, anger and a myriad of other emotions wash over him. His head felt like it was going to explode; a great amount of pressure was squeezing his entire body. The warp pressed in all around. To say Magnus was covered in the warp would’ve been an understatement at best. He was becoming one with the Immaterium, it flooded his system, mingling and interacting with his very atoms. He looked at the Emperor, desperately trying to cry for help.

 

His chest rose and fell calmly. He looked at Ynnead with a hate and anger the likes that the galaxy had never known. Daemonic entities recoiled in the warp as this feeling echoed throughout its rolling and writhing mass. Ynnead and Cegorach shuddered. There was going to be a reckoning.

 

***

 

Ka’Bandha managed to get to his feet, sloppily parrying Sanguinius’ blow. The daemonic Axe hissed, the entity within is dying. The runes of evil upon burst their power no longer valid.

The Blade Encarmine was still glowing furiously; its edges seemed to flicker like a flame. Ka’Bandha lashed out, his left hand managing to hit Sanguinius, the Primarch stumbling back.

The Great Daemon smiled, baring his foul, blood encrusted, saliva covered fangs. The Lord of Blood Thirsters let out a low guttural roar, banging his chest in a show of power.

 

“Khorne give me strength!” he cried out, he grabbed a nearby Blood Angel, and tore their throat out showering himself in blood.

 

“Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for his Throne!” echoed across the battle field.

 

Sanguinius took this in, a single tear making its way down his cheek. Even as an unholy light bathed Ka’Bandha, infusing him with more of Khornes power the Warmaster charged. There would be no other out come, only death awaited him. Bolts of crimson lightning shot out from his eyes, piercing the Daemons twisted, and leathery skin. Shrieks of agony escaping its mouth as it sank to its knees.

 

“You vile twisted Daemon your end has come. You and your kind will be removed from my father realm by my hands” Sanguinius declared, his tone one of utter detestation.

 

Chains of crimson lightning held Ka’Bandha in place; it was coursing through the great Daemon, wracking his body. The agony was evident on his face, his cries of pain and weakness joy to Sanguinius’ ears. Ka’Bandha’s pleas of help to Khorne going unanswered. The Blood Angels Primarch jumped the distance between himself and his nemesis, using his wings to propel him forwards. Sanguinius let out a blood curdling howl, his wings and arms stretching out before him, a nimbus of power surrounding his entire body.

 

Dante looked on in confusion as to what was happening to his Lord.

 

“Mephiston, what manner of ill is happening to our Sire?” he shouted over the whirring of chainswords and noise of butchery.

 

The Chief Librarian who too was bathed in an eerie light that did not bode well with Dante. Bolts of black lightning hurtling from his eyes, waves of azure fire exploding from his hands.

 

“A gift from the Emperor! Do not fear it Dante, we will carry the day” replied Mephiston.

 

“Our Primarch does not need gifts to defeat such a monstrosity”

 

“Do not concern yourself with it then Lord Dante, there are foes to kill!” Mephiston laughed, causing several Bloodletters heads to explode in a shower of gore.

 

Each step vibrated the earth, a display of the power he could command. Ka’Bandha looked up at Sanguinius, an unknown feeling taking hold of him. The beast was whimpering from the pain being inflicted upon him.

 

“Do you fear me now Daemon?” Sanguinius mocked. Raising his fiery Blade above his head.

 

For the last time Ka’Bandha looked at Sanguinius, “Blood for the blood god! He does not care from whence it flows! Skulls for the Throne, foul bastard son of the False Emperor!” Ka’Bandha snarled in agony, a last act of defiance.

 

“Where you’re going, there is no gods or no skulls. You are not going back to the warp and to your weakling gods’ side this time” laughed Sanguinius.

 

In one fell swoop he brought his sword down, slicing the Lord of Blood Thirsters head off. The fire spread out from the Blade Encarmine like a stain, eating up the Daemons body and soul.

 

 

 

I do hope that you enjoy that chapter, i tried to keep the standard up and make it fun and exciting.

Ow god, i have a pretty good idea of the outcome in the next few chapters ;). Dante questioinning his primarch? I thought that he would still be in awe of his primarch just like most marines are, Dante can surely be that wise to not be dumbfounded by his primarch's power? and where did Sanguinius aquire a daemon eating sword from?

 

thanks

antique_nova

A scream filled the warp, a scream deeply filled with agony. A bellow of rage and hate followed, Khorne swung his axe in blind rage; splitting the sky above Baal. Lightning flashed in the blood soaked sky and thunder boomed. The horde of Daemons and Blood Thirsters that remained looked skyward, letting the blood soak their withered skin. Cries of adulation towards Khorne filled the air, the Daemonic entities jumping up and down in blood lust. The Blood Angels looked on in horror as their Home world was being defiled even more. Dante looked around him, taking in the battlefield as if he was momentarily out of sync with the rest of the universe. His battle-brothers had become monsters, brother marines all around him were succumbing to the Black Rage and Red Thirst; their genetic flaws transforming into some thing else.

 

****

 

The walls were glowing orange as a wave of energy surged from the Emperor. Cegorach began to dance, a ball of light weaving in front of him; wisps of smoke rising from the Eldar Gods body. Ynnead snarled, a barrier of translucent energy springing up in front of him. The psychic energy neared the two Eldar Gods and sprung of the wraith bone walls like coiled springs. The barrier that Ynnead had erected for himself was smashed, the Emperors attack absorbing it and redirecting at Ynnead. The God of the Dead was sent sprawling, his black robes flapping about madly, as the God tumbled to the floor. Cegorach was ready, dozens of himself now stood in the Webway tunnel, the bolt of psychic energy shot into one, causing it to shatter like glass. Purple smoke rose up through the floor around Ynnead, it solidified pinning the God down.

 

“Face me coward” spat the Emperor. An excited laugh echoed around the tunnel, each ‘Cegorach’ dancing and showing a display of acrobatics. Light sparkled off their gems, occasionally blinding both Magnus and the Emperor.

 

Magnus clenched his fists, lighting crackling around them. He spread his arms wide and let a warp fuelled wind carrying him forwards. He brought his arms out in front of him and released the pent up energies he contained. The noise was deafening, the lightning struck ‘Cegorach’ in the chest, the illusion shattered. The lightning sparked as it leapt from ‘Laughing God’ to ‘Laughing God’, each one splintering into the thousand pieces. Ynnead was still pinned to the floor, losing the battle to free himself; the Emperor looked on chuckling. He raised his hand and Ynnead was thrown into the air, surrounded by a purple bubble of energy. With a loud bang and the splintering of wraith bone Ynnead was slammed into the tunnel roof, he was then brought down to the floor with another loud crash,

 

Magnus was spinning around, firing jets of fire at Cegorach, who with ease nimbly dodged them each and every time. The Thousand Sons Primarch was becoming infuriated, his fire turning from a dull yellow to bright white colour. There was a hissing noise as the wraith bone struggled to dampen the fire as it made contact with the psychic structures surface. Then when Magnus did hit The Laughing God he would be rewarded with taunting laughter as wisps of smoke or shattered glass replaced the illusion that was Cegorach. Magnus stood still closing his eye and exhaled deeply. Cegorach danced about, leaping from foot to foot; he flashed a blade and vanished. Magnus spun around 180 degrees, his eye spring open.

 

Cegorach in his bright attire was flying down toward Magnus, a silver blade extended in his right hand. A look of disbelief flashed on to his face.

 

Magnus smiled “Gotcha, you tricky bastard” as he clamped a hand around the Laughing Gods leg.

 

 

****

 

 

Teaser for you. I hope it is to a good stander for you guys. Thanks for all the comments, i couldn't do this without you!

 

Now off to play hockey in the pouring rain and odd snow shower.

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