I was inspired following my previous saga to sing about my warlord in the game, Arjac Rockfist, and his Wolf Guard going up against none other than Abbadon the Despoiler himself in a pretty darn epic duel. Sorry if it's a bit long, but I got caught up in the fun details. Enjoy!
Arjac stepped into the teleporatrium, the heavy ceramite boots of his Terminator armor resounding loudly off of the ship's walls. A squad of Wolf Guard likewise clad in the hulking relic armor of the chapter joined him. Most of them wielded a singe wolf claw with the last brother in line hefting a chainfist. The pack leader Leif Brokentooth raised his power sword in a salute to Arjac indicating that his squad was ready. Arjac acknowledged the gesture and told the crew members manning the controls to activate the teleportarium. There were hundreds of years of battle experience between the Space Wolves in the room. All had executed this maneuver countless times like Fenrisian wolves closing in for the kill. Arjac closed his eyes and let the bright light of the teleporter envelop him.
Sounds of gunfire and explosions of heavy ordinance assaulted Arjac's sense all at once. It seemed the strike force had brought their Black Legion foes to battle. The traitors would be dealt with in short order. Quickly scanning the surrounding battlefield, it became apparent that the fight was not going well for his battle brothers. He could see several battered packs of Intercessors hiding in cover, returning fire on the traitors. Wrecks of two Dreadnoughts could be seen in the distance. They had likely taken many heretics with them before they joined the Allfather, thought Arjac. Through the battle haze he glimpsed a lone Aggressor charging through the smoke, his armor pocked and scarred by what looked like bolter rounds, shouting curses and battle cries as he went. With a bellow, the lone warrior engaged and destroyed an ebony colored tank. "Well struck brother," said Arjac over the vox, "Now it's my turn". With that Arjac spotted a squad of Chaos Space Marines taking refuge in a nearby ruin. They hadn't spotted Arjac or his terminator brethren yet, so intent were they on bringing death to his embattled brothers. "Forward brothers. Let's give these Black Legion scum a taste of Fenrisian might." With his Wolf Guard close behind, Arjac charged the ruin.
The first two marines didn't see him coming until it was too late. Arjac's first swing of Foehammer crushed into the nearest marine's arm, crippling it. The second decapitated him. The next Black Legion soldier attempted to shoot Arjac point blank with his bolter. Arjac's Anvil Shield easily absorbed the round while he brought Foehammer under his opponent's guard and caved in his breast plate. The warrior did not rise. "So the leader of this flea bitten band has finally shown himself. I was beginning to think there weren't any more of you to kill." Abbadon the Despoiler, warhamster of the Black Legion, and the architect of the fall of Cadia rounded the closest wall of the ruin. Light from battlefield explosions and bolter fire reflected off of Abbadon's warplate. In one hand he held the ancient relic, the Talon of Horus, and the other his infamous daemon blade Drach'nyen. With a voice dripping with contempt and derision he smirked, "None of you will leave this planet alive. Your head will the first of many I claim today for the Dark Gods. You serve a carrion God on a rotten throne. Let me see how painful I can make your death." Abbadon advanced swiftly on Arjac, bringing his Talon to bear. Arjac saw the blow coming and blocked with his shield, Foehammer knocking aside the daemon blade as it swung next. "Is that the best you can do pup?" Abbadon chided. "No, but how about this?" retorted Arjac, pressing in to deny the Warmaster room to swing his weapons. Bringing Foehammer down in a wide arc, Arjac battered the traitor's Talon aside and landed a telling blow on his foe's chestplate, crushing the black ceramite. Abaddon gave a small grunt, but maintained his aura of superiority, "Well it seems you have some skill, dog of the false emperor. I will still have your head." "I think not." retorted Arjac matter of factly, and their duel resumed.
With battle cries to shake the mountains of Asaheim, Arjac's Wolf Guard brethren joined in the combat. Seeing their leader fighting against none other than the Warmaster himself, they had spurned themselves on to come to his aid. Leif struck with his sword first, which met Drach'nyen with full force and held the weapon in place. Two of the other battle brothers landed blows with their wolf claws but failed to pierce the ancient suit of armor. Abaddon casually ducked the chainfist which swung wide as a result. "Can't defeat me yourself?" Abaddon chided, "I will show you what true might looks like." The opening his battle brothers gave him was all Arjac needed. A flurry of blows from Foehammer rained down upon the arch-heretic. One by one, they were met by either talon or daemon blade. All but one. The last rocketed past Abaddon's guard and struck him on his exposed head. The traitor's head exploded outwards, raining gore upon the Wolf Guard surrounding Arjac. "I hope this washes off," uttered Leif, "It looks like he should have worn a helmet."