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*The rounds ricochet off her armor as she stands, breathing deep the mist. Her eyes alight as it empowers her, calling deep within her. A flick of her wrist severs the neck of the smaller deamon, blood spraying as she leaps towards the larger, her sword swinging for the deamon's neck*
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The smaller daemon died slowly and the large one tried to claw her off.
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*She dodges the claws as her sword rips downwards, gutting the deamon as she slips downwards. Spinning around she rips the sword out of its gut and slices its legs from its body, landing on the ground in a crouch. Straightening up she lets the deamon impale its head on her sword. The body begins to crumble to dust as her sword absorbs its energy.* "That was a fun game. Maybe we can play later..."
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With the daemons dead the dark eldar were overrun by the legionnaires and the mercenarius. Quintus lead the charge, alongside his bodyguard, however Claudius and a few centuries had quit the field at the appearance of the daemon, though few of the men left of fear or. Loyalty to Claudius.
