Grim Dark Rwby (irretrievably non cannon) [Closed]

Jacob stared at the Terminator armoured woman in shock. He'd seen psykers before, those of the sanctioned, but even their powers were eclipsed by those of the Inquisitor.

With a gesture Hira sends the shell whistling back towards the cannon and she quickly goes back to chopping down cultists, nothing damaging her Terminator armor.

Minoru leapt for cover as the cannon shell slammed into the outer wall,a large segment collapsed inwards, crashing a few of the foolish cultists who had failed to get out of the way. Drawing his twin bolt pistols the astartes clambered over the rubble and through the rent. His white and red armour gleaming in the sun as he readied for battle
"Ready or not..." he chuckled.

A loud crack pierces the air as the shotgun between the two blades fires off, sending a wave of napalm flying towards Minoru. Hira clomps forwards, her armor glowing golden.

Bolts of warp energy crackled around Minoru's armour as he stalked forwards
"Oh good, I was hoping to find another psyker" he grinned.
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Jacob hacked apart another Cultist and bonded over the corpses to stand beside Hira, holding Jernulv out in front of him and baring his fangs.

Hira raises her arm and fires the gauntlet-mounted storm bolter, the psy-bolts tearing through the air.

Minoru's armour groaned under the volley as he walked through, weathering the hail with little more than a smirk. He lifted an arm and snapped open his palm forcing bolts of purple lightning from his hand.

Hira stops firing and the lightning fizzles out against her power shields. With a flick of the wrist the Nemesis Blade flares to life. She swings the normally two-handed weapon with little more effort than swinging a sword.

The chaos psyker twirled around the blade and pressed one of his bolt pistols flush against her armour, before yanking the trigger.

Hira grunts in pain as the bolt passes through her, blowing out the back of the armor. With a clean twirl she slams Minoru with the shield and swings the weapon once more, her eyes blazing with psychic power.

The blade sliced deep into Minoru's shoulder. The limb fell to the ground with a squishy splat. The Chaos marine drew back, hissing in pain. But the hiss quickly evolved into a cackle. Thick purple tendrils sprouted from the bloody mess, each one tipped with a serrated bone knife
"Slaanesh takes care of his chosen" Minoru grinned.

Hira sighed and closed her eyes for a moment. When she opens her eyes again her eyes have changed color to a green, pure power radiating from them. She takes a few steps forwards and her Nemesis Halberd once again ignites, but this time the energy covering the blade is a deep blue. Hira swings once more, the air behind the blade sizzling with the anti-daemon field.
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Kokkino's blades glow the same blue as she jumps off a piece of broken rubble, spinning in mid-air as she slashes towards Minoru.

Minoru vanished in an explosion of purple mist. Only to reappear beside Jacob, pressing the barrel of his second bolt pistol to the side of the bodyguards's head
"Your nemesis weapons are only useful so long as they hit" he snarled, pulling back the hammmer of his pistol.
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Jacob let out a low growl and tightened his grip on Jernulv. With a brutal backhanded slash he hacked off Minoru's remaining hand. The heretic stumbled back, the same purple tendrils sprouting from his bleeding flesh to replace his lost limb.
"Purge the Heretic" Jacob snarled.

Silfurion pulled the trigger on his sniper rifle, the psy-bolt tearing out of the barrel. The purple bolt of fire screams through the air, heading straight towards Minoru.

The psychic shot sailed through the air, and through the thick film of purple mist as the intended target vanished.

Silfurion cursed colorfully as the squad regoups into one spot. "Lady Hira, you're hurt!" Kokkino exclaims.
"It's just a fleshwound, I'll survive until we get back to camp." The Inquisitor responds with.

"Where did that Heretic run to?" Jacob snarled, lifting Jernulv into a two handed grip and taking a more defensive stance.

Silfurion carefully lays a hand on Jacob's shoulder. "What matters is that the blockade is destroyed. I've signaled a thunderhawk for us because the Vendettas and Valkyries are all out on combat runs."
Hira nods. "Very good Silfurion."

"There are still some Malitia maintaining heavy weapons near the bunker, we'll have to clear them out or they'll open fire on the Hawk" Jacob grunted, pointing with Jernulv.

Hira gives a small laugh. "The thunderhawk will be fine. We'll hit them with the turbo-laser on the way out if it makes you feel any better."

Jacob bowed his head
"If you are certain Inquisitor Raziel."

The thunderhawk roars down a few minutes later, it's front ramp dropping into the mud with a splat. The small squadron steps inside.

Jacob gingerly stepped into the ship. The snub nosed Thunderhawk had been a staple in the armies of the Imperium since before the great crusade, though now it was more commonly used by Astartes and the Inquisition.

Hira locks her armor to a wall so she can relax and lets out a sigh, grimacing slightly. Okay, maybe not just a flesh wound.

Jacob walked beside the Inquisitor. He noticed the thin trickle of blood seeping through her armour
"My Lady, you're ingured" Jacob reached for the small med pack strapped to his belt. "Permssion to treat your wound Inquisitor."

Hira grunts. "I'll be fine."
The sniper looks up from his harness in irritation. "If you can walk from one end of the thunderhawk to the other without your armor then you're fine."
With a loud hiss, the armor pulls up and away into the locking mechanism. "Fine, if you so insist." She says while turning towards the other side of the ship. The Inquisitor sets her sights on the far end of the thunderhawk, before taking a few steps. On her fifth step she crumbles with a gasp of pain, her hand covering the bullet puncture with blood seeping through her fingers.

Jacob darted forwards and helped the Inquisitor to her feet
"Please allow me to treat your wounds."