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As Danyael fights, the genestealers around him suddenly flee the scene. As they leave, a deep snarl comes from behind Danyael. The snarl is uttered by two Tyranid Warriors who have decided that Danyael is powerful enough to warrant his genetic material being assimilated into the Hive. Brandishing their claws and weapons, the 10 foot tall giants step forward, ready to rip Danyael to shreds.
"Don't you dare run from me!" Danyael roars as he increases in speed to chase down the genetralers. But in that single instant the dark shadows of the Tyranid Warriors fall over him. Quickly shifting around to face them, he slightly widens his eyes at the sight of the two beasts before him. "Yeah? And what do you want?" he asks cynically, thinking of them as less nothing more than drones.
He doesn't have time to switch battle stances as it appears the Tyranid Warriors are the first to strike the first blow. The first attack is just barely evaded as Danyael bounds to the sky. Using the gravity in synchronization with himself, he falls downward, landing delicately on the one of the Tryanid Warriors' weapons.
With a flick of his wrist, his sword/whip collects itself into a single blade and is twirled upwards, quickly sheathing itself. Now Danyael only had his gushing blood and free arm as weapons. And this time, he was being more than serious. For that brief moment, he recalled all of those whom he hated. All of those whom he desired to kill with a passion. And with all that hatred, he poured it into his enemies before him.
"Well? You movin' or what?" he taunts, showing no sign of emotion. Everything goes into slow motion around him and he bounds from the tip of the Warriors' blade. Immediately after he touched the ground, he darted towards the 10 foot tall creatures, his bloody chain blades crashing and cutting up the ground beneath him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~By the Gate~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The genestealers, using their talons and claws against Kanshisha are battered back by the pipe. Although kanshisha does not fight the battle completely unscathed. He bares several wounds across his arms. And another across his back. Being the juggernaught that he now was, he battles on.
three of the genestealers rush in to impale and infect him, but they are quickly battered into Soul's barrier, burning them into cinders instantly. "Hiding, are we?" he points fun at those behind the gate. Then, quickly turning his attention back to the genestealers, he crashes the pipe into one, impaling both it and another behind it.
"I'm not using anything superhuman....and you guys still suck..." he says with a shrug in taunt to the genestealers. But that taunt is suddenly halted as one of them impales their claws through his chest. A gurggle of pain could be heard beneath his teeth and he rushes a swift elbow into the genestealer, tossing them on it on its back. The dismembered claw, sticking through kanshisha is quickly ripped out and thrown to the ground as he spits in disgust.
A devilish grin pierces his mouth as he glares down on the genestealers. A dark, fiery aura of blackness outlines his body, increasing the intensity around him. With a crack of his nbeck and knuckles, he dashes towards his enemies with a renewed speed. As nears them, he unsheathes two gleaming, gold and blue claymores, cutting into them with speed strong enough to cleave anything in half. Wheeling with the agility of a hawk, he burshes past and through the genestealers, cutting them up and down as he willed.
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