@supertinyking@thewizardguy@snarfulblast@shadowventus
The laser hits Mithias and leaves a small burn, but the trudging vampire doesn't react. All beings around him begin to feel the effects of his anti-psychic power, as it begins to nullify and tear away any and all forces that seem to be currently shielding them from the madness of the warp storm, loosening their minds dangerously. Voices that they knew hadn't been there before began to creep into the edges of their perception. They were getting louder, beginning to form words, terrifying words of doubt and dread. Were they real?
The soldier that had fired at Mithias suddenly grabs his head and falls to his knees. He screams and his body begins to shaken and tremble. Every breath he takes is another scream, until he simply can't breathe fast enough and violently transforms in his torture. Mithias, the incarnation of the void itself walks by, raising his one hand at whatever the fuck stood between him and Valentus. That whatever happened to be David. David was engulfed in fire.
As David fought off the flames, the storm seemed to surge, as if it had found a new champion, and the daemon in the vicinity strangely began to gather. A psychic assault welled up within the being of the dying vampire, aiming at Valentus. It pierced his mind, wrestled with his concentration, threw off his telekinesis and made him just begin to feel fear. Being anywhere around Mithias was a weakness against the insanity. The warp, the end itself, was unstoppable.
The laser hits Mithias and leaves a small burn, but the trudging vampire doesn't react. All beings around him begin to feel the effects of his anti-psychic power, as it begins to nullify and tear away any and all forces that seem to be currently shielding them from the madness of the warp storm, loosening their minds dangerously. Voices that they knew hadn't been there before began to creep into the edges of their perception. They were getting louder, beginning to form words, terrifying words of doubt and dread. Were they real?
The soldier that had fired at Mithias suddenly grabs his head and falls to his knees. He screams and his body begins to shaken and tremble. Every breath he takes is another scream, until he simply can't breathe fast enough and violently transforms in his torture. Mithias, the incarnation of the void itself walks by, raising his one hand at whatever the fuck stood between him and Valentus. That whatever happened to be David. David was engulfed in fire.
As David fought off the flames, the storm seemed to surge, as if it had found a new champion, and the daemon in the vicinity strangely began to gather. A psychic assault welled up within the being of the dying vampire, aiming at Valentus. It pierced his mind, wrestled with his concentration, threw off his telekinesis and made him just begin to feel fear. Being anywhere around Mithias was a weakness against the insanity. The warp, the end itself, was unstoppable.
