[@supertinyking][@Wraithblade6][@Snarfulblast][@thewizardguy]

While angels battled with demons, got fucked over on both ends, and had some time to get their second wind, The group that had escaped the shit fest of flames and pyroclasms found themselves facing a greater but much more easilly dealt with threat: a horde of daemons standing at the edge of the bonfire of souls, watching and waiting for stragglers, the first soldier approaching them only to be cut down in an instant by Blood Hounds of khorne literally ripping him in half between two of them and running off with him as he let out gurgled screams of rapid death only for them to be cut short by the daemons descending upon their long awaited appetizer. The rest of the group, stopped fairly quickly as one of their comrades was swept away and destroyed utterly like it was nothing, causing an impasse that was rather heavilly favoring the demons the longer this wait was going on... up to the moment Stephen arrives and blasts the shit out of them, clearing a path to facilitate the utter nope that was being had that day, Bladed pistols being weilded with deadly percision, felling bloodletters and daemonettes alike as though they were hardly there yet still the horde came at the churning whirlwind of death and thus the pile grew, the lesser daemons making up bottom layer, spurred on by their greater and stronger counterparts while the Blue phantasms of tzeentch plotted in their incoherent babble, the warp rippling around them, changing them and causing them to seem more like humanoid husks of flesh the longer they were looked at as faces were donned, discarded, and redonned by another infinitely until finally one of them seems to come up with a plan, the lot of them charging and screaming as the warp ripples in response, a great bolt of destructive force striking the lone gunman and... doing jack shit, in fact it dissipates around him as though hitting a wall as he fires back, felling them as easilly as the rest. After the failures of the Tzeentch elites, A daemon prince of khorne letting out a warcry that would give an ork the shivers, urging his bloodthirster squad to charge. The hulking brutes due so willingly, their name having not been given lightly as they jockey for the chance to get at the mysterious figure that had just made a mockery of their turf, The first to reach him swinging with an underhand strike, causing the pile of corpses to go flying in bits as the gunman seems to be gone, the other bloodthirsters noticing too late that their brother was already missing one of his horns as one by one they fell, their wounds catching up to their rage and ending them along with their commanding daemon prince even when he does go to defend himself, Stephen being nimble enough to dodge such a stupidly large weapon with ease even when wielded by someone of the prince's size, allowing him the opening he needed to plant a ball bearing right in the neck of the prince's power armor, causing his head to fly off from the force of the rail pistols' dual shot meeting in the same weak spot. At this point, the Daemonettes of Slaanesh retreat, willing to fight and die for their overlord, not allow themselves to be massacred due to ineptitude, And nurgle's rot bringers are pretty much just sort of munching on the corpses contentedly so they don't seem all that intent on fighting currently when there was a meal to be had and meat to spoil, their eating process being more a process of using the bones to pop all their pustules at once and let the thick, paste-like pus seep into the meat, it visible going green and then a deep black within seconds from the sheer amount of bio hazards located within the plague bringers