Faclan – Round 1

Two fangs long gone. 

The reports had been correct. The Lizard-things  were frequenters of Axlotl and its surrounding jungle. Now   they had a catastrophe that was currently coating the thick shrubs and trees with black-red blood and corpses.  At least the Lizard-things were falling too. Not that most could see that past the hissing savages before them.  Including the Grey Seer leading this ill-fated patrol.  

Helkeek had wanted this to be a success so begged and scraped to get Sissilik to lead the mission. He would be melted later. But the Seer was currently too busy snarling at the helmeted face of the Red Crest as he and the Skink pushed against each other to try and keep the Skinks club locked against his staff so it couldn’t come down and split the Skavens skull open. The sickly green electricity arching between the crooks of the Seers horns keeping the Red Crest at arms length as it hissed at the rat again.

“Infi— Rat Scum!” Sissiliks’ Lustrian knowledge missing some exotic words, or his ears  were just too full of his pounding heart and swirling Warp to hear it all. “Sotek demands your — —ice!” But he got the jist – with the screaming toothed maw and lethal club filling in the blanks. 

“Asunder-torn to bring him fourth!” Sissilik would grunt back before managing to just  barely lift a foot with the downward pressure and stamp it down. The cracking of stone not  nearly as deafening as the Seer had hoped but the Red Crest did leap aside to avoid the scar in  the earth that was called fourth. Unfortunately for Sissilik he torn his club sideways at the same  time. Which locked into the effigy-totem of the Great Horned Pne on top of his staff and pulled  it out of his paws. The screech of joy at his disarming needed a rapid response if he wanted to  keep his skull. So a clap of his paws together before holding them with his elbows slightly bent  as the lightning danced between his claws and palms. “Come-come then! I’ll fry-cook you like a  frog!”