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Chapter three-The Traitor commander fought like a man possessed. He and his retinue of gigantic monsters were pushing the sisters repentia and the two imperial commanders back, almost to the chapel doors. Briana glanced upwards, and, seeing the Aquila wrapped around the sign of the Ecclesiarchy, renewed her attack with furious zealotry. The traitor commander weilded his sword with such speed it was as if it was a normal size, not a two meter beamoth. Fonn stepped forward to challenge him, and wrapped one of her whips around his sword, pulling him toward her. He let himself be pulled and jumped in the air, planting two feet on her chest and knocking her into one of his men. As the others fell, he picked up his fallen sword which still had the whip wrapped around it. he picked up both and, as Fonn rose, hit her with her own weapon, wrapping it around her neck, the energy weapon cutting deeply. He then yanked her toward himself and let her momentum impale her on his sword. Lifting her up, he threw her against a wall and looked for another victim.
The Sisters Repentia were wreaking havok amongst the clumsy mutants, decapitating them with their eviscerators. Briana searched for the Traitor commander, meaning to break the back of the PDF forces. There! He fought two repentia, laughing as he mocked their holy frenzy.
“Most disgusting traitor, face your doom!” she challenged “your evil influnce on this world is at an end.”
Not bothering with fancy salutes, he knocked back his opponents and ran full speed, bellowing his hate at the cannoness. Though the commander was a follower of khorne, he had almost no experience against a master opponent. He was swiftly on the defensive. Briana ducked under the massive sword, and cut hard into his side. Howling in pain, he lashed out and hit her on the side of the head with the flat of his blade. Dazed, she fell. He lifted his weapon for the killing blow, but suddenly the inquisitor was there! He knocked away the broadsword and kicked his feet out from under him. As the Traitor scrambled for his weapon, Malekai helped Briana to her feet. He took out his bolt pistol and loaded it with blessed psycannon rounds. “we must destroy this beast,” he panted.
“let us do it together then,” replied Briana. With a snarl, Malekai opened fire, the holy bullets punching through the traitors tattered uniform. He staggered back, dropping his weapon again. Briana seized the opprotunity and lept forward, stabbing him through the chest.
Increadibly, he grinned and laughed miniacly. Briana tried to pull out her sword, but it was stuck fast. She looked around, and saw that the Repentia had managed to finish off the Big Mutants. “Repentia! To me! To me!”

The traitor dropped dead to the ground, but then drew back up again, limp like a marionette. He went stiff and started to rise into the air, a crimson light coming out of his eyes and mouth. Blood poured out of his many wounds, more then his warped body could ever hold. It gathered around him like tentacles, whipping around as it it was alive. his skin swelled, and his ragged, bloody uniform finally shredded. A dark miasma of twisting energy formed made his body indistinct and murky, hiding his form. Huge, curling horns burst from his forehead, and his face twisted into an even more bestial, dog like form.

Briana checked the battle lines, noting with pleasure that the sisters had given insignificant ground. Two more leman russ’s lay gutted at the entrance, forcing the PDF forces to climb through the charred ruins. Corpo Santo and its dominions squad had done well. “Malekai, retreive your gun servitors. Load the special psycannon rounds.”
Malekai ran to his waiting techpriest, and instructed him to load the servitors with the huge heavy bolter psycannon rounds. They were extremely hard to find, and had only managed to get them by looking through the ruins of forge worlds in the eye of terror. The servitors, once loaded, clomped forward to a good position at which they had a clear shot of the emerging Bloodthirster. The Greater Deamon had swelled to 3 meters tall, and was still growing. The traitors huge broadsword also started to rise into the air, and formed into a two handed axe rippiling with energy. A huge crimson arm punched its way through the dark miasma. The tendril of blood snaking around the deamon consolidated into a firey whip. The Bloodthirster spread its huge wings and leaped into the air. Time seemed to slow. “By The Emporer kill it!,” cried Briana “Everyone! Fire, fire!”
The Gun servitors open fire with the sound of paper ripping. The Psychically impregnated, supersonic rounds punching through the brass armour and ignoring the deamons warp sheilding. The deamon screamed more in rage then pain, and then plummeted from the sky. It slammed into the Gun servitors, lashing around, ripping through them. The inquisitors techpriest, the servitors keeper, cried out and slashed at the huge deamon with his power axe with all his might, but still only managed to scratch it. the Bloodthirster looked down at the tiny annoyance, and picked up the screamin man. He leapt into the air again and threw him far into the hive, miles below. He again slammed back down in the courtyard and began slaughtering the blessed sisters with wontan bloodlust. “Malekai, give me your stake!” Malekai, like all witch hunters, possesed a long iron rod used for destroying witches and deamons. He threw it to Briana, who said, "Most holy Repentia. Prepare yourselves. You have never faced a being of this magnitude. You must distract the being, and allow me to destroy it with Malekai's Stake of Banishment. For The Emporer!"
With a zealous cry, Cannoness Briana led the Sisters Repentia on a headlong charge to certain doom.



Side note: since this is my first serious attempt at fluff writing, some feedback would be much appreciated. critisism is always welcome, as it only makes the story better!