Thread: They Who Thirst (Dr. Nibbles & SomethingEsoteric)

Hilde watched on in a mixture of fear and sickly premonition both, shed nearly screamed for the man to stop his advance but the words would not reach him soon enough with no more than the action itself a head was sundered from shoulders and a body in motion stopped dead, tumbling down to the muck of farmland overflow, ashes and gore. The womans face was so unnerving to Hilde, like, if not for her ghastly and barbaric effects shed be as beautiful and regarding as any lady of higher society but the smile was far more unnerving than that hard truth it was the way it split her face in two, deranged and high off the death like peasants on strange spices sold in stranger markets, milk of the poppy and other fermented and fungal afflictions of the civil mind it took true grit to overcome the sort of terror creatures of a TagothUrs calibre could breed in the hearts of the pure, especially a woman with virtue -though she wasnt just a woman with virtue she was a woman with pride, with faith, with strength grit was only one of her many honed tools in this fight against Chaos, against the deranged warrior woman touched by chaos. Her grit may be one bastion but Sigmar was her maul, her shield, her armour all and with Sigmar in her spirit she could not fail, would not falter, The beast was a disgusting charge chaos and each and every daemonic boon was on display when she neared, each gout of fluid gushing from her most ungodly of which making Hilde cringe with aversion till she was close enough to see it on her face. The TagothUrs eyes pierced her own with uncommon intensity but her own couldnt stay focused, couldnt stop searching the abominations Sigmars grace Hilde hissed, wringing her war hammers pole arm in preparation a radiant crackle of light illuminating the mauls ornate brass fineries the effigy of flames and a commit on each side looking like their conceptions like twin tailed satilites screaming from the sky though she was not quite fast enough a twin blow glancing her shield the sting of rattled bones resonating deep through her knuckles and up her forearm rippling to her shoulder Ssthh! Hilde hissed, steeling herself, stepping backwards and grunting some sort of blessing the same light that radiated along the breadth of her maul now rippling across the face of her kite. Hold the lines! She barked over her shoulder, the ranks splitting and holding on either side of the single combat allowing them to wage on uninterrupted by otherwise mindless onslaught. Hilde knew not the society of TagothUr, she hadnt the slightest clue if they possessed the honour to allow a single combat, she doubted the devious denizens of chaos could comprehend such conventions but she knew if this combat was won so too was the battle, theyd be routed or , at least held back till the war drums drew closer and with them relief from desperately compromised odds. I am Hilde if the Imperium, Warrior Priestess of Sigmar and I will-end-you in his name. Hilde said, her voice uncompromising bound in only the most righteous of determination, booming loudly for the woman of admittedly squat stature. The beasts response was a sickening display of her vulgarity, grey thick filth spurting down her thighs, boots and staining the ground Hilde sure such soil could never again be sanctified, this hamlet was dead, shed no intention of joining and every intention of ensuring never would another face such a needless fate. The priestess growled and charged forward with her shield shouldered, turning her hip inward before, with all her might launching the steel clad arm forward to bash the TagothUr chieftainess with her kite, a fluid motion of an overhanded swing of her hammer following up the assault as the battle waged on around them, wardrums drawing ever closer with each exchange of glancing blows.