Octavia Vs Wych

Alyysia continued her descent through the munitorum factory, set into the side of the mountain, and the only way to get down the side of it without the Eldar reavers flitting through the sky attacking them. But in her infinite wisdom she had found herself separated from her squad, crouching by a gargantuan conveyor belt, she took stock of her situation, she still had her halberd, and at least 3 melta grenades, so if she encountered an armoured enemy she had a chance…. Her head shot up at the sound of something clinking as it fell, a can rolling off a shelf in the distance… She stood, halberd at the ready, warily looking about the massive hall of silent machinery and half-built tractors….

From out of the darkness a shape shot towards her, a blurring, maniacal cloud of knives barely dodged and deflected by the shaft of her halberd. The Sister stumbled back, before regaining her footing and taking up a battle stance, observing the barely clad Eldar stood a few feet away from her, turning slowly with a slouching, almost relaxed stance. On her right side the Xenos was armoured, a wide pauldron and tall shin guard, he common cloth of an Eldar Wych. With barely a twitch the xenos shot towards Octavia once more, swinging in a blur for her face, the Sister easily guarding against the strikes before parrying one of the slashes to her side, giving her an opening to stab down at the Eldar’s middle.
The Wych slid back quickly, dodging the blade headed for her stomach, before tossing a small, green vial at Octavia, the Sister narrowed her gaze and dodged, watching the vial shatter against manufacturing machinery and begin to eat away at the cogs and gears, as she had expected, the Eldar smirked, impressed the Sororitas had the presence of mind not to try and swipe it aside. Octavia grimaced, before darting forward, stabbing and slashing with the length of her halberd, the Eldar backing off to dodge the strikes before answering with a jump and a downwards stab in a blur of muscle and metal.

A loud clang echoed through the halls as Octavia raised her gauntlet, blocking the arms at the wrist, leaving the Eldar with a halberd pointed squarely at her stomach once more. The Wych attempted to dodge, but even so, couldn't avoid the halberd slicing along her femur as she erupted upwards once more, drawing a trail of blackish red blood and a gritting of teeth as the gladiatrix ascended into the rafters, retreating for a time. Octavia took the moment to turn, assessing a path out of the hall, seeing the only way was a gantry for moving half finished tractors from one warehouse to the next, exposed to the sky…. She huffed, readying herself and marching forward, sure to face something of equal danger out there as well….