“Aim-fire on that group of she-aelves mom!” Demanded Ratsputin while pointing his staff at a charging group of sisters of slaughter.
“Yes-yes bless the the holy rain of filth and show them the way my bothers” proclaims plague bishop Slinkwhisker has the plague claw launches it’s payload at the group. With a loud wet slam that instantly kills 2 aelves (which were the lucky ones) a splash of filth viscera cover a dozen others. Those covered in the filth begin to scream in agony has there skin starts the melt off their bodies. Laughter is heard in the distance has the catapult crew loads another one to do it again.
The 2 forces have become a swirling chaotic melee of finely made blades and corroded knives all hacking at each other. The daughters of khaine make a good showing of force and skill kill dozens for each one that falls but it’s the overwhelming numbers that are taking a toll and the hag queen knows that if there is chance of winning she has to get in the thick of it now to turn the tide. Upon her caldron she slams into the middle of the worst fighting. Slaughtering dozens of monks in the process. With burning hatred in her eyes she finally locks eyes with the grey seer leading this swarm
” Your head will be mine you filth vermin and your swarm will burn here in the waste” the hag queen yells at Ratsputin while decapitating a unlucky monk climbing up the alter.
Seeing the caldron moving slowly towards Ratsputin concerned him and let out a faint musk of fear which he looked around to make sure no one caught it. And being sure no one caught it he concentrated and channelled his magical might into the summoning of a great bell that rang with waves of confusion and despair. It also was a signal for his plan. Always three claw steps ahead Ratsputin thought to himself always three. Along with the ringing came a tear in the fabric of reality has it seemed to melt from a type of sickness and then form into a hole for which a swarm of monks came charging out and slamming into the back line of the aelves killing the dozens by the surprise attack alone.
” I would worry- worry and my self if I was you she-aelf ” Ratsputin mockingly says while laughing and pointing and the swarm of monks over taking her army from behind.
Slowly the Queen’s handmaidens are dragged down and ripped apart by the monks till only a hand full of aelves in little pockets of death were all that was left in a sea of filthy robes and fur. The hag queen was in a state of battle fury murdering all that approached her while screaming blood chilling curses. A large shadow appeared over her and with the reflexes only achieved from the fighting arena’s she spun around ready to deliver a killing blow. unfortunately for her it was not another monk ready to be dismembered by her blade but the approaching mass of filth from the Plagueclaw was the last thing she seen with a wet crunch. With that the last bit of resistance from the remaining aelves vanished has they turned and took to the flight from the battle field each trying to make it out alive.
” Yes-yes chase them down and finish them off quick we have more work to do her” demanded Ratsputin has he pulled a map out from his robe and began to study it.
