There was the steady drone of bolter fire from close by filling the void of silence. Orpheus looked down upon the headless body of the demoness as it began to dissolve reabsorbed by the Warp. The red flesh peeled away from the elongated skull revealing twisted runes carved deep into the bleached metallic bone. The filed teeth still chattered against each other, chipping each other into bits of small shards. Finally all that remained was the Hellblade, it laid there resting in the rubble and ash. The Templar bent down and grasped the hilt. Orpheus immediately felt tendrils of raw unbridled power seeping up from the unholy ore. Rising back up he swung the blade, it felt light as a feather.
The bolter fire sounded much closer now. The sudden rush of an air ship flying over the ruins blotted it out for the briefest of moments as it passed over. Gripping the Hellblade with both hands the Templar made his way back to the opening. He saw the dead Techmarine laying beside the rent and stepped towards it. Placing the Hellblade beside the dead Templar Orpheus took pieces from his fallen brother’s armor to replace those ruined in the duel. One by one each piece clicked into place. There was one last nerve gas grenade which he attached to his new chest plate maglocking it in place. He also took the void pistol to replace his spent bolt pistol. Again there was the harsh sound of bolters and now it was just past the entry where he stood. Orpheus gripped the Hellblade again and waited.
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