Aiming his 'murekh' at the Chaos marine, Accolon let loose a volley of solid, triangular discs of razor-sharp metal. He could feel the kick of his shuriken pistol as the missles hurled forward at a tremendous velocity. The spinning discs sliced straight through the marine's plascrete armour, penetrating his chest. The intense force of the shuriken sent the marine flying backwards and landing with a satisfying crunch. The Chaos marine of the Emperor's Children space marine legion screamed in pain for a moment, masochisticly enjoying his own death, then, he fell silent.
All around the craftworld Accolon looked. His brother and sister Striking Scorpions' were stinging their opponents with their mandiblasters, slicing through armour with their buzzing, screaming chainswords and spewing forth shuriken death from their 'murekhs'. The Chaos marines had invaded their craftworld and so they shall feel the wrath of angered Eldar.
Only the Striking Scorpions remained to defend their last and most dearest stronghold on the craftworld, the Dome of Crystal Seers. Their lines of support had been cut off from the battlefield, thus weakening the thin wall of brave Eldar desperately fighting to defend their craftworld. The Dome must not fall to the Devourer Of Souls, thought Accolon.
Spotting an enemy, he charged at a lone Chaos marine who was heading his way. The Chaos warrior unleashed a burst of shells form his boltgun. All shots missed Accolon, who executed a flawless cartwheel towards the marine to avoid the incoming missles. The bolter shells struck the ground, burying deep inside it and exploding with a faint rumble.
Accolon's chainsword sung death. He swung his sword in a horizontal figure of eight, cutting the marine into four pieces.The sound of loud bone-cutting and agonizing flesh-rending fueled Accolon's raging fury. Many of his friends had been lost to Slaanesh's minions Only revenge was on his mind. Then, he noticed that he was seperated from his battlegroup. He could see from afar the few remaining Striking Scorpion aspect warriors ready themselves for death as the unendless hordes of space marine followers of Slaanesh were about to make another wave of attacks on the Dome. Accolon was about to run back to rejoin his group but stopped when he noticed that he was bathed in a huge shadow's darkness.
He noticed the outline of the head of the shadow resembled that of a double-horned beast of burden he had seen on human worlds. The shadow had two pairs of muscular arms, the upper pair ending in invertabrate-like pincers.He could feel sweet, scented, hot breath behind his back and smell the horrificly sweet, pungent smell of malevolence.
" Prepare To Face Me Accolon " whispered a multitude of seductive, yet perverse voices from behind him. How did it know my name? Accolon turned around. He was not going to die a coward...