Slayer's Pursuit

Created by Morgrimm

The Slayers cheered as they finally heard the thundering of their cannons again, and watched gleefully as whatever attempt the Sigmarite scum made at reconsolidating was instantly shattered by devastating explosions Behind the Executioner, they all charged after the enemy, trampling over the injured and dying, only out for blood.
Grulmog, again, was amongst them. He took the head of a Stormcast collapsing before them and threw it against the back of a fleeing Khornate, making him stumble. The appearance of the Executioner behind him sealed his fate.
There he stood, the Executioner. Grulmogs fiery battlerage burned brighter at the sight of the ancient engraved armor of their people, and he decided to follow after him, as he sprinted away, in the direction of those Freeguilders and Khornates that actually tried to form battlelines before the impact of multiple cannonballs.
“There! These scum tried to make a stand! Brothers! Sisters! Let us show them the futility!” he bellowed towards his comrades, and threw himself into the fray, kicking a hastily raised shield out of the way in the process.
The slaughter began, and it was of the stuff that made both Khorne and their ancestors proud.
With reckless abandon, the Executioner bashed heads in left and right, spears and swords uselessly clinking against his heavy armor. Grulmog would jump in, slashing at limbs and bodies, cherishing any body that fell before him. Anga, one of his sisters, charged in beside him, beheading the nearest Sigmarite, and more and more of the other slayers followed.
The Freeguild were no match for them, and the fight against them was satisfying for the blood spilt, but not fun in itself - but the Stormcast that came to save them, killing them was bound to be much more exhilarating.
A group of Paladins came, and were immediately beset by the Executioner, Grulmog, Anga and a few others. The supposed elite of Stormcast, they had already been injured in battle, and stood forlorn against the tide.
The stormcast before him cutting his arm only made him more angry, and Grulmog jumped at him, nearly making him fall, before slashing at his armor with quick, powerful strikes. His life was ended by the executioner caving his head in, which did make Grulmog a little peeved, but such was the danger of fighting alongside a legend.
Sprayed by the blood of the crushed Stormcast, a war cry came over his lips as he charged the other. Whatever the plan of those people were, it had failed.
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The Duardin of Karak Edur would continue to pursue the fleeing Stormfuries, slaughtering them without mercy. Their bloodlust was sheer endless, and it would not be quenched easily.