Rassus stood tall among his Vindictor brothers, waiting and listening to the woods that surround them. Daemos, the Vindictor-Prime, sat next to the standing Lord-Celestant.
“So, we just wait here until they show us a sign?” the sitting Prime questioned.
“Precisely.” Rassus said peering in the direction of the Vampire’s fort. The battlements of the place could be seen from his position. Far enough to be hidden, but close enough to be there quickly and affectively, when and if they were needed.
“Seems rather peaceful, I don’t hear anything.. not even signs of life, but, I suppose this place is surrounded by the aura of death.” Daemos chuckled. Rassus smiled as well, but his Prime wasn’t wrong. they were close to a vampiric held fortifications. He remembered the quiet that came before the night haunt after the necroquake. When undead and spirits began to rise all over the realms. Though he had slayed many nighthaunt in that time, his hunts very rarely ended with him hunting Vampires. He wasn’t entirely sure what he was going up against when it came to such powerful undead creatures. But, he was excited, much like the Stormcast that followed him here for new challenges. The quiet permeated the air like a thick blanket. He was beginning to wonder if the Assassins Lord Lucina had sent had completed there task without fail. One side of Rassus was releaved knowing the mission had gone without a hitch. But, a side of him was sad knowing he wasn’t needed. He was excited for the hunt that could have been.. And there it was, flying above his head not sixty feet up. An Eatherwing. The sign.
Rassus raised his hammer in the sky “What do Wolves do?” he looked back to his men. “They hunt and destroy!” the rest said enthusiastically, beating their spears against their shields. He lead his men over the fallen trees, running headlong towards the undead fortifications, ready to help their allies.
