(General POV)
Location Warhammer Old World-Kislev, North Oblast: Edge of the Corrupted Tzeentchian Lands of the Dark Legion, Battlefield; Dark Legion vs. Kislev
The battle started in such a gruesome and brutal manner, immediately after the both armies tried to attack in a manner to cause greater casualties from range, and while the Kislevites were in disarray from the previous bombarding.
During the chaos, Tzeentch/Ixion gave the order to charge, and with that the Dark Legion rushed swiftly behind their Chaos Lord, the crunching and thundering sound of thousands, upon thousands Chaos devotees and daemons, was being rung.
As Katarina and Kostaltyn desperately tried to regroup and reorganize their line, but it was too late the Dark Legion's forces were already upon them.
Smashing into the scattered, panicking Kislevite defenders, as Norscan and Chaos Warriors along with the other mono God warbands, were already slashing, smashing, and butchering their disarrayed enemies.
Still before they can mount a counter against the forces of the Dark Legion, the daemons of Carnage, Blood, Plague, and Change were already upon their victims.
With the Decarabias already raining down, various spells and Flammers "burning" those not caught in the hail of "Ma" spells from the tzeentchian cyclopian starfishs, all while the beastmens and khornate followers bulldoze through the remnants.
Skarlet, feeling both excited and invigorated she used her hand-to-hand ability along with her deadly blood magic, from sprouting blood tendrils to pump and burst the bodies of her victims, and using all the splashing blood turning them into bloody needles, impaling everyone else.
Slashing, and shooting projectiles of blood, it was clear that Skarlet was truly enjoying this gorery butchery, as a ice guard wielding a ice-glaive, charged at the Blood Witch, hoping to strike her down from her blind side...but a thousand+ year trained kunoichi assassin, like her doesn't have any blind spots.
As the ice-glaive came piercing through the air, she curved her body in a action of such incredible flexibility, not only did she easily dodge the attack from the ice guard, Skarlet was able to counter as well.
With her bended, she delivered a accurate and brutal high kick to the side of the Ice Guard's helmed head, the blow strong enough to bent the helmet and wound the side of Kislevite Ice Guard's head.
Stumbling away from Skarlet, she straighten herself and struck, delivering a combination of dagger slashes, kicks, elbow strikes and finishing her opponent by conjuring a blood-scythe, slashing the ice guard across the stomach, and lastly a bloody impalement through the chin of her victim.
Covered in wounds and his own blood, the Ice Guard, went limp and lifeless under the scarlet blood-scythe pierced through his chin and skull, Skarlet, then she cut her magic and revert her blood-scythe back into into a dagger, letting her dead victim to fall lifelessly onto the snow.
As Skarlet finished her victim and went to fight other opponents in the name of the Blood God, Yuma Trollvile, was her usual bubbly, happy, and ever-regenerating form.
Her cleaver, knife, and staff at ready, as she cut down and spoiled/infected all that tried to face her, giving all that came to fight her a joyful yellow jagged toothed smile, and happy sounding chuckle, with her sweet Gul'galg, protecting her from the more faster enemies, swiping it tentacles or her staff at them, as stumping sounded around her.
Yuma giggled as she turned her hooded, antler topped head, looking over her shoulder as the Great Unclean One, that she'd summoned sometime ago came, ready to spread death, decay, and rot to the Kislevites, but before the bloated, green, giant greater daemon of Plague, went to end their enemies, he stopped to look at Yuma, and with a literal sick smile, with black and yellow-green ooze filled with maggots and showed...respect to her.
This shocked Yuma, but ever since the Grandfather's manifestion, came to her celebratory feast sacrifice, sometime ago to not only to join the merriment, and even danced with her.
Since then all the Children of the Grandfather, (daemons) have been more respectful, obedient, and kinder than usual. (Reminder of all the Chaos daemons, the ones that can be considered the more kindest can be classed nurglish daemons.)
This was considered a great blessing and favor from the Maggotking, which enhanced the standing amongst the Grandfather's followers, and thus cementing her position of Nurgle's favorite daughter, but in truth she is more important to the Plague God of the Warp, than his weaker counterpart.
But beside that the Priestess of Putrefaction, was filled with pride, joy, and happiness, as a Kislevite Spearman came to attack her, only for her to respond with a swift cleave to the head of the man, chopping off the head, and immediately the virulent magical effect of her [Spoiling Blade] starting to spoil and rot the flesh of the latest victim of her.
She started to skip on humming happily, as she was soon followed by swarms of nurglings, very excitedly to help and protect their highly possible new momma.
The beastmen, were engaged in another side of this battlefield, fully taking advantage of the still panicking and the warherds were tearing through the humen, among them was Tai Tai Shien and her clutter.
Like several time before, the catsabers, were using their extreme speed and agility to swiftly traverse through the enemy ranks, with claws extended and being blooded with every swipe they dealt with every prey in their way, while they were more...graceful...than the rest of the beastmen, that were throwing themselves in brutal and vicious slaughter, like the beast that they are.
Tai Tai saw the Beastlord, and only shuke her head, as much as she wants to spend time with her chosen mate, but even she was having fun cutting down all the weak prey around her.
Tai Tai, scraped her massive claws against each other, causing blood and sparks to fly from them, before she rushed off, chasing after her clutter, as Chaos Harpies joined her and the other beastmen in literal carnage that is happening in the battlefield.
Dullahan and Harald Hammerstorm were together with the Darkwings, tearing through the Great Orthodoxy's more fanatical members, while Kostaltyn wasn't with this group, only a random Patriarch was in command of this scatter group of their cult.
Dullahan the headless knight of the Carnage God, with his coat swooping in the cold Kislevites winds, swinging his huge soul blade, and collecting more souls to display in wailing agony on the surface of the blade, while Ammon his "head" acted as his second pair of "eyes", no one could match Dullahan's skill and power, while Harald Hammerstorm was fighting nearby the Headless Knight of Carnage.
Harald was swinging and crushing from simple kislevite warriors, or kossars, or tamed beast, all were easy victims to this infamous Chaos Lord's power and fury.
His crimson armor, stained in scarlet blood, as he lift his bloody and gore covered warhammer the [Bane Hammer aka Hammer of Harry], the viscera and blood stretching and dripping off the head of this chaos-touched hammer.
A Frost Wyrm, came roaring and bitting down several darkwing unhallowed, and some daemonhosts as well, Harald seeing the great wyrm, he smashed his hammer against his [Bane Shield] a clear sign of challenging the monster, a worthy challenge for his might and hunger for battle.
Throgg was near the Herald of the Tempest, Kholek Suneater, leading a mix force of trolls, mutants, and monsters.
Smashing his giant maul at all his victims, while various trolls rampage around him their king, with war mammoths swiping their great mutated and spike equipped trunks at the Kislevites beneath them, chaos hounds and raptoryx swiftly swiping their razor-sharp fangs and claws at their prey, it was clear that the Monsters of Chaos, were much more brutal and vicious than what these men and women of Kislev were used to.
While Kholek Suneater, near Throgg was fighting alongside his devoted followers and kin, the dragon ogres, and as usual the warriors of the first non-human Daemon Prince, were devastating the battlefield in such brutal and unmatched fashion, as Kholek smashed his mighty, [Starcrusher] onto the snow covered ground, summoning a bright flash of lighting, blowing away all the tzar guards and streltsi caught in the blast zone.
Yuri Godslayer the Traitor Prince of Kislev, was a prime target by his former brothers and sisters of the Motherland, even when they were initially confused and razzled a bit from the initial barrage of attacks, at the start of this battle.
The moment any Kislevite caught a glimpse of the infamous Godslayer, they were overcome with intense hatred, and they all charged at the Exalted Daemon Prince of Chaos Undivided.
Countless brave sons and daughters of the Motherland, challenged Yuri Godslayer, and all were meet with death.
Either by corrosive daemonic blade, or a great infernal claw, all were but a bloody burst, that stained his daemonic form and the snow that they'll stood on.
Everyone that came at Yuri, meet a brutal end, amusing and entertaining the infamous Traitor Prince, his powers have only grown since he has sworn fealty to the Chosen of the Gods, one of these new gifts is his ability to harness the Winds of Magic now.
Rising his massive right claw into the air, he started harnessing the power bestowed to him by the (Warp) Gods, he channeled the power from the Lore of Fire, red hot magical energy, began gather and manifest around the form of Yuri, as a great fireball in the shape of a skull, shooting [Burning Head] spell at his victims.
A cackling fire-skull soared at group of warriors, kossars, feral bears, and bear riders, upon impact a great fiery explosion, envelope them, burning them to death, as they're scream made Yuri, smile, looking at his new massive clawed-hand, that is coated in fires of magic, once again he show his gratitude to the Dark Gods, as the magical flames spread and coated his massive daemonic visage, as this was but the first of horrific spells that he'll wrought to his former kinsmen.
In another part of this battlefield, steering was Olesya Pimenova, having survived the bombarding that the Dark Legion threw at them, the old woman, stood up with only a few scrapes and scratches on her, picking her spear and centering herself, as quickly as she could.
When a Norscan raider with a greataxe, came yelling and charging at her, she twisted her body to avoid the northman's attack, and in response she thrust her trusted spear, at the back of raider's head.
Piercing through the skull and helmet of northman, blood gushing out, as she pulled back her spear letting the body of her victim, drop limply and lifeless onto the ground, then she heard growling and snarling, looking around packs of Norscan Wolves, Chaos Hounds, and even Flesh Hounds have started to circling around her.
Spinning her spear, she smirked as she spoke, "Well...are you mutts staying there or are you coming to be stain my spear?" these canines roared and barked at her, as they rushed Olesya.
Kostaltyn watched as the damned warriors of the vile Dark Gods, were storming through their troops, especially the infamous giant knight of the Dark Legion (Dullahan) slaughtering his brother, all the while yhe Bane of the Undead was facing one of their great wyrms.
He had enough, so Kostaltyn lifted his [Burning Brazier] and smashing the bud of the staff onto the snowy ground, and yelling out to his Ursunite Faith brothers.
Commanding them to regroup around him, for they are strong and pure, the chosen and devoted followers of Ursun, and they'll crush the enemies of the Motherland.
Kostaltyn was soon meet by a soaring object, when it struck the snowy ground, he saw the bloody head of a once noble patriarch brother, laying bloodied and lifeless before him, then the sound of Heavy crunching snow was heard by him.
Turning his gaze forward and saw the most recent Chaos warband dedicated to the Dark Harbinger, Laharl Valboga, the Darkwings of Laharl were approaching them, with Dullahan leading them, pointing his soul blade at him, as Dullahan spoke to him, "Soo many souls...so many sacrifices. Such weak devotees of wounded animal, only worthy of being nourishment to the Dark One." Kostaltyn, and his fellow members of the Ursunite Faith, angry as they charged at each other.
The renowned Golden Knight, Naryska Leysa, was facing off against the Chaos warriors and daemons that came at her.
But all her opponents were struck down by her famed [Ursun's Claw], cutting every vile Chaos worshipers and spawns, she was able to survive the bombardment that the Dark Legion unleashed upon them, but admist all the chaos, she was separated from her Tzarina.
She tried to desperately reunited with her, and serve her duty as a bodyguard to the Ice Queen, but at soon as she stood up, she was surrounded and attacked by the forces of the Dark Legion, with ruthless grit and unbelievable strength.
With a wide spinning slash, she beheaded a couple of Norscans and Chaos-knights in one swoop, that's when the giant shadow of a winged creature, casted over her.
Looking up, she saw the damned traitor, Yuri Godslayer, descending towards her, the Daemon Prince's nurglish blade missed, as Naryska evaded the attack.
Now both opponent stared at one another, as the duel to the death was about to begin.
Speaking of the Ice Queen, Tzarina, showing some meager scratches from the initial assault from the Dark Legion.
Now surrounded by khornate wrathknights, she would have been outmatched if she was an ordinary queen, she who managed to stop the Warboss, Grimgor Ironhide, with magic alone, she who lead the armies of the Motherland into the literal gates of Hell, in order to save her dear God.
Her frost colored eyes, glowed with great amount of power, as she tighten the grip on her ice-powered weapons, as cold, frosty winds started to kick-up and swirl around Katarina's form, the winds turning into sharp icicles, swirling around her in more and more numbers, with a movement of her hand, these icicles movement became faster and followed her arm motion.
With her arm high and bended, frost coating her hand, and the icicle winds increased in force and speed, with a swipe of her arm, she unleashed barrage of icicles soared at the khornate warriors that sought to kill her.
Lastly the Architect of Fate, Tzeentch, commanding this entire Chaos force within the avatar of the (Warp) Chaos Gods, Ixion Daemonhart, was mounted upon a exalted chimera, Laharl's beast, Whiptail, cutting down all the panicking Kislevites left and right with his [Hellbane] and [Balewing Halbert], all the while Whiptail unleashed a breathe attack of violet flames.
Tzeentch could sense Grigori Medvezhiy the famed blacksmith, and hero that single handedly stopped a Chaos raid on his village, the muscular man with a large scimitar like sword, was rushing at Tzeentch/Ixion, making the Changer smile and chuckle, he sensed that Whiptail was about to blast a breathe attack on the named Kislevite, Tzeentch mentally commanded the Exalted Chimera to not use said attack.
All cause Tzeentch wanted to face and kill Grigori Medvezhiy himself, such the chimera emenated a low growl, and stop channeling his breathe attack, and once Grigori got into range, Whiptail, hit him with with his scorpion tail, hitting the man across the chest and send him flying from the blow.
This made not just Tzeentch, but his brothers quite pleased on the action of the Exalted Chimera, Tzeentch/Ixion, unmounted Whiptail and commanded the monster to join the other monster in the bloodshed, Whiptail lowered his head to the avatar, and Tzeentch made Ixion to pet the beast, and he purred as it was petted.
Once satisfied Whiptail, spread his wing and left the Architect, as he turned Ixion's head he saw as Grigori stood back up, his will unbroken and ready for battle.
Khorne admired the man's bravery and will, as Grigori Medvezhiy got ready in his combat stance, with his sword held in a straight upward state, close to his chest, Tzeentch made Ixion spread all four arms and in turn all three weapons ready for this duel.
As the wind blow between them, they stood strong and with a twitch the two warriors charged at one another.
Tzeentch/Ixion, before reaching Grigori performed a forward spin to add momentum to a strong downward slash from his halbert, which Grigori meet head on, as spark flew from the two weapons clashing, locking into a deathlock of strength between the two of them.
With them in deathlock, Tzeentch made Ixion attack with the upper pair of arms, swinging [Ursunite Scepter] to strike and burn Grigori's skull, but Grigori managed to dodge the blow.
But Tzeentch/Ixion followed up with a stabbing attack with [Hellbane] at Grigori head, forcing the Kislevite blacksmith to forced back Ixion, so he can parry the halbert and thus breaking the deathlock, and avoiding another fatal blow from his enemy.
Such now the two opponents, Grigori attacked with heavy downward cross-slash aimed at Ixion chest, only for the blade to only slightly scrape the azure, tzeentchian armor, with Tzeentch making Ixion thrust the scepter forward, aiming at Grigori blasting a blue, pink, and crimson swirling flames, spraying it to Grigori.
Barely he was able to leap/dodge to the side, the flames burn into the pelt that he was wearing, as those multi-colored fires not only burning it, but also freezing, sprouting flesh, and crystalizing was happening, reacting quickly he got the pelt off himself and tossed the pelt away, as it burn, freeze, mutated, and turn into crystals, barely able to escape a fate worse then death, as they're battle was only just begun...
Meawhile the forces of Boris Ursus and Malakai Makaisson were still some ways away, but this for sure the climated war for Kislve was brutally on the way.