Following in the wake of the near endless skaventide proved more fruitful than taking it head on. Such lowly creatures were not worth our time, however figures of shining gold and electric blues were. With them cleaning wounds more severe than ours from the vermin that infested these lands, it was an easy choice to engage.
As soon as the twisted smile of anticipation twisted across Rhi'ol's face the beastkin ran. Forking and dancing between the ashen landscape to encircle their latest victims. Following in stride, not ones to miss out on such glamourous foes, the twins charged forwards as perfect bait.
From lips now half burned from the unwieldy powers of the Aqshy realmstone, Thaa'ris bellowed.
'Such fine warriors for us to slay, wouldn't you say brother?'
'No, only a pile of loot to pillage it seems. Bumbling about as they are is hardly the grace of a warrior.'
Tauntingly as ever, Rhi'ol's words pierced into the enemy ranks to ignite a blinding fury. Gleaming through the ash they kicked up, the stormcast marched towards their resting place. The air crackled with the energy of Azyr, from gold to blue and back. cacophonic and delightfully bright, it almost would be a shame to rid the realm of such wonderful displays; almost. Any hesitation of doing so was quelled by tendrils of lightening scorching the ground before the twins feet.
Now before them, brutes and winged prosecutors struck into their entourage. Stunned by the overwhelming force, the slaangors were at the mercy of hammer and spear. Not without rebuttal, the twins stepped effortlessly between the chaos to strike back at the impudent alpha srike.
Distracted by the disparity of martial prowess, the Commanders pounced on a dumbfounded battleline. Claws struck sigmarite with sparks of blue as bodies discorporated before touching the ground. Left in a sparking cloud of static ash, the blessed beasts roared in delight. Terminos would not stand for such devastation. Calling upon the might of his false god, the lord charged with unmatched might. Deflecting blows sure to be fatal, he stood strong in a futile attempt to avenge the massacre he had witnessed.
Bolstered by Shardspeaker Naphocca, the remaining beastkin rent wings from the undeserving, while Thaa'ris toyed with the remaining greathammer wielder. Turning from the now dwindling Annihilators Rhi'ol shouted towards the enemy commander,
'Truly pitiful disciples you've lead to die. What of their leader, will you meet the same fate, or flee?'
Towering over the hubris incarnate, the rider of the gryph-stalker thought the challenge nothing but an empty threat. The chimeric beast charged forward. In that moment Rhi'ol's posture changed. Relaxed and spread arms became structured while retaining grace. His eyes narrowed, focusing entirely on the rider bearing down on him. Beak and talons tore into long healed scares the reknit themselves with Slaanesh's blessing. Fueled by the pain, the Vigilant's greataxe became Rhi'ol's as soon as it touched his own blade. What was once striking in tandem with the warden's mount, turned into it's executioner. Redirecting the strikes at him, the arrogant lord's blade was not even touched by the lightening that erupted from his opposition's corpse.
Entranced by magnitude of his own martial prowess the narcissistic twin was too late in noticing the raptor crossbow bolts piercing the space previously occupied by his former foe. His attempts at deflecting the precise shots proved not enough as he staggered and fell, still euphoric from his previous kill.
'Once again, brother. Leaving me to finish what you started.', his twin sighs, now bored of the firework like sparks the bodies emit once felled.
'Then you must not mind me taking the spoils this time.', he goaded. Keen to emblazon his body with the fiery power of emberstone, Thaa'ris made light work of the remaining stormcast.