Cryptek Adventures:
"Why are we looking for this warden again?" Thanakh complained.
"Do you remember the breach five centuries ago?" Tonomekh began to explain. "And that smurf with the blue glowing sword? Trakhsis managed to kill one of them... in melee... with his bayonet. He's quite a valuable asset."
Thanakh attempted to counter, "It was just dumb luck. I've slain so many other smurfs."
"YOU CAN TAKE YOUR COMPLAINTS TO TAMONAKH! Gosh, Tamonakh has proven his command abilities. Give him a full cohort of warriors, and he's able to achieve the same results as a noble with the same amount of immortals," our Chronomancer grew tired of our Technomancer.
Tomb blades followed by scarabs flew overhead. The distant sound of artillery grew closer. Screams of pain and pleas for mercy were followed by a green flash. The Crypteks travelled in silence. The only consistent sound was the chittering of their bodyguard of Canoptek constructs. Thanakh was increasingly annoyed at the importance placed on some glorified frontline commander. May his nano-scarabs malfunction in the field!
As they passed yet another block of ruined buildings, which appeared to be living quarters for these fleshy beings, the sounds of the raging war grew quieter, almost silent. Neither of them brought attention to it, both were frustrated at the other for not reaching their own logical conclusion. As they, along with their pets—I mean machines—rounded a corner, a lone figure in a red robe wielding an axe stood before them.
A Spyder began charging its weapon.
"Hold on there," Thanakh raised a hand. "Don't waste yourself on a single excuse for a fighter."
Tonomekh sighed. "I'll send the wraiths forward," they charged before he even finished.
Contrary to the earlier order, the wraiths didn't fire a single shot. The lone warrior effortlessly parried their whips. But not to worry, their fleshy body would eventually tire. However, what seemed like black cylinders fell from a nearby building, exploding just above the wraiths, and destroying their body armour. The warrior remained unaffected.
From the same building emerged a group of five humans clad in black armour with mechanical wings. They wielded what the Crypteks had learned to be called 'bolt guns' and finished off the wraiths. It was unfortunate—they were Thanakh's favourite wraiths.
The possible leader of the group raised his sword towards our dear Crypteks and declared, "Die, Xenos scum."
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