Siege of Vraks - Old Enemies: Trapped with nowhere to run, the Traitor-lord attacked in a rush. Master Yafrir met his charge, springing forwards and thrusting hard with his powersword clutched in both hands. But Arkos rolled aside, letting the blade side off his breastplate and into his thick shoulder pad, then, fast as a snake strike, rammed his own blade forward and up into Yafrir’s face plate. The visor cracked, plunging the warp-sword’s point into the flesh beneath, turning it into a bloody ruin. Then Arkos shoulder charged, battering the wounded Yafrir backwards, off balance, before a second hammer blow from the darkblade sent his enemy crashing to the ground. He stood over the wounded and barely conscious Yafrir, killing any who came to rescue him. One after another Space Marines were cut down with warp-powered blows that shattered armour, flesh and bone as they fought to save their commander.Chaplain Belphegor arrived as Arkos stood over Master Yafrir, one foot on the fallen Space Marine’s back, pinning him to the ground as blood pooled under him. The last two survivors of Arkos’ warband flanked him, empty bolt guns discarded, blood-splattered chainswords in hand”Yield!” bellowed Belphegor. “Yield or be destroyed!’ Arkos laughed in contempt. Yield to what, capture and torture? He would not. He was surrounded now, more of the Angels of Absolution had come to their Master's aid, if too late, but there would be no escape for Arkos. He raised his sword in challenge and Chaplain Belphegor stepped forwards, beside him came the Sternguard veterans, each ready to spring into action. The two Champions had met before. Belphegor s intervention had saved Grand Master Azrael’s life. If Arkos recognised his old foe he showed no sign. Now would be vengeance for the injuries inflicted upon the Dark Angels by the Alpha Legion. “Come and die!” bellowed Arkos, and Belphegor attacked. His crozius swung with crushing force, but Arkos parried, whip fast. Beside him, Arkos’ two men were using their chainswords, slashing at the Angels of Absolution who closed in about them.But Belphegor swung and swung again, massive, relentless blows that blocked, one after another, but having time to recover his sword for its own deadly swing. Belphegor knew the Emperor was with him, the dark gods were being driven from this place me now was his time. The crozius glittered with a patina of power as he smashed Arkos’ weakening parries aside, then drove the weapon’s ornate handle has into his enemy's face. Arkos staggered stunned, his guard down and Belphegor slammed the crozius down again, cracking against Arkos’ skull, who sank to his knees, blood pouring down his neck and onto the floor, where it ran in rivulets into the dust. Dazed and badly wounded Arkos tried again to raise his sword, but the Interrogator-Chaplain stood over him, and swept it aside with contempt. “Seize him!” he ordered the battle brothers close by, turning to see that both Arkos’ last bodyguard had also been cut down “Find an apothecary. At is imperative that this man be kept alive. And disarm him.“Immediately, the Interrogator-Chaplain looked to Master Yafrir, turning him over. The Company master was already dead, the lower half of his face smashed. He had bled to death, ever his superior internal organ’s unable to compensate for the sudden massive blood loss inflicted by Arkos blows. The Chaplain said a short prayer for the brave officer's soul before the Apothecaries arrived to take away his body and recover his precious progenoid gland. Belphegor deemed their mission complete. The order was given for the Angels of Absolution to disengage and withdraw.