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Assassination:

Once again Trakhsis was walking with Annbitar (even after what could be called begging from everyone, but Tamonakh insisted) and his immortals, this time a deathmark assassin accompanied them. The other crypteks and the overlord were out drawing away a proportion of the enemy force. A force of the human elite that’s gorilla tactics had given grief to all that passed through this ruined populace. The final straw was actually killing a noble.

The strategy was going good, as the distant sound of the others fighting this foe slowly reached them. Only one thing remained. Finding their captain and cutting the head off this force. Although past encounters with them, the survivors claimed “they were too angry to die”. Of course this same rage causes them to destroy all necrons they find; so much so that even the best crypteks cannot put them back together, forever lost. Never too be seen again.

Now, they marched to where screaming wasn’t met by guass fire. Stopping only not because of finding their quarry, but something else found them.

“Flayed ones!” Annbitar said, maybe even with fear.

“Recruit them and I’ll let you borrow my immortals,” Trakhsis replied.

Annbitar remained silent. Considering. He did not reply only Zapped over towards them. Whatever words were said remained unheard by trakhsis, for the better or worse. But their Gibberish sounded almost happy.

The sounds of battle that surrounded them slowly almost unable too be heard. Their time was running low. Some deity finally took pity on them as they found their quarry. “GO F**K YOURSELF” their target said to one of his subornments on what was called an outrider biker. “WELL I F**KED YOUR MOM” he replied. They appeared to be torn by internal strife. Making Trakhsis wonder how they were so deady. He would soon get his answer.

Trakhsis and the deathmark took their place in a vantage position, careful not to cland their metal bodies on anything and alert their presence. Meanwhile Annbitar flanked around. Waiting for the agreed upon signal. Although these foes where primitive they did manage to achieve energy shielding, which the deathmark found out as a shot rebounded. The attack officially began.

Trakhsis aimed his guass blaster at a foe with the heaviest armour, his shot did nothing but tear a chunk out of it and make it angry. On the southern flank Annbitar, Trakhsis immortals, and the flayed ones also began their attack. Taking pot shots towards the group yelling at each other a moment before. Nothing was achieved except stretching some yellow paint, and melting it into a dark orange.

Their response was fierce. Flame and grenade put down the flayed ones for good; bikers cleared the insane distance in a flash. Yelling profanities at everything and everyone around them. Many guass weapon blasts struck them. Only their sheer willpower and rage had it shrugged off as if it was only a minor inconvenience. The second time since their awakening, the immortals had their name put to the test. Annibtar as always showed off his combative skills. Using a bikers charge against him and impaling him on the staff Annibitar wielded.

The overwhelming rage, and literal firepower seemed to stop the immortals reanimation protocol; Deathmark fire continued to rebound of the energy shield, and his bodyguards literal shields. All the while they advanced towards Trakhsis’s position in a dash. All the while seemingly unhindered by the chaos of battle Annibtar melted a biker into a puddle of red glop. His friend responded by ramming his steel beast into the plasmancer.

An aimed shot for the gapping whole in the bulcky armour sent the heavy infantry man to the warp. Already aiming for another, Traksis continued. Unconcerned by the carnage the heavy infantry aimed their weapons at their vantage point. Thankfully from a combination of range and their metal forms. Flame weapons had no effect. Although grenades do. Whilst the final biker and traksis duelled. There was no eleganceto be found in the way he fort. Just brutish rage and strength. The biker grabbed hold of Annbitar and started to rip him apart. He barely managed to escape. Becoming electrical discharge Annibitar managed to escape his grasp. Decapitating the final biker in response.

Finally, the deathmark made a shot through the energy shield. Splattering the ground with the targets brain matter. A yell of primal rage came from his bodyguard, they tossed their final grenades and ran at a blinding speed towards Trakhsis. Who destroyed another critical point the the heavy infantrys armour. Which Annibitar responded by piercing his flesh with lightning. Frying his nervous system; causing him to collapse in a heap

The armour that once protected him, now crushed him.

Annbitar, unaware of the bodyguards approach, charged the last remaining foe. Piercing him through the spot where the helmet meets the breastplate. As he stood there triumphant. A shield bashed into him, knocking him prone somehow. A sword thrust soon followed. He tried to get away, becoming living lightning and zap away, but he was unable to. This primitive technology wasn’t so primitive after all. Trakhsis could only hope that his reanimation protocols.

The moment Annbitar fell, Trakhsis Released he was the last necron standing. As long as He kept them at range he should have an advantage. Although grenades are a thing. And those shields proved too effective. Trakhsis, deep down in his code, felt fear. Felt the hopelessness of the situation. Then the frightening inevitable happened. They entered melee. Their swords crackling with the same energy fields as their shields. They make primitive tactics effective with their not so primitive tech.

The deathmark changed the grip on his weapon, wielding it like a club. Whilst the warden got his bayonet ready. Surprisingly, one of them fell. Somehow, this was working until they found out how good the other is. His bladework was a blur; his shield block attacks before they were made. This was only a fraction of a second. He relieved the deathmark of his head and trakhsis accepted his fate.

Whichever gods that still listened to the necrons though, has other plans. Reanimation protocols had brought his immortals back. He used his command nods and had them shot down some rubble which crushed this melee specialist.

I hope you plan on making an actual book out of this, if not you definitely should.

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