Octavia Vs sybarite

Octavia stood among the broken bodies of her squad, quietly wiping her brow clean of the clotting blood and applying sticking plaster to the gash above her brow, the only consolation of the loss of so many honoured sisters were the similarly piled bodies of dark eldar surrounding them, Octavia grunted, taking a seat on a piece  of rubble in what must have been the former entrance hall of the Munitorum offices, the grand and spacious lobby painted dark with blood and scorch marks where the xenos’ blasters had blown chunks from the walls, she took stock of the numbers, 6 sisters had defeated at least a dozen kabalite warriors…. She would’ve taken pride in that number, were it not for the loss it took to achieve them, she surveyed the xenos’ body, blinking and readying herself, surveying the upper floors. She hadn’t seen the more grandiose warrior, whom she assumed to be their leader, fall… Dark shapes shot towards her from the side of her vision, without a second thought, she brought her polearm up, swinging it to knock aside a trio of knives thrown to her face, spinning it and watching for more. But none came, and her ears were soon met by the tone of metal on the marbled floors, drawing her eyes up to the grand staircase in the middle of the room, a dark clad figure strode down it, unlike the others this one was unmasked, a thin, slightly gaunt face with slicked back, black hair, the same pointed ears as others of his kind, and an aggravating grin plastered to his face.

The Eldar spoke, “My….unfortunately it seems you killed my subordinates….”, he tapped his chin, eyes searching over the woman’s robed form, “Hm...I suppose they weren't worth as much as you will be...I'm sure a girl like you makes such delightful squeals~”, the honey tones made Octavia shiver and forced her to suppress a gag, before speaking, “I’d say the same to you, you look like one that’ll produce some lovely music when I break your legs, scum”, she narrowed her eyes on the last word, causing the Sybarite to break out in a fit of laughter, echoing through the halls of the building. “Aheheheh! Oh my, so feisty~ Don’t worry my dear, just lay down your weapon and I’ll make sure not to be /too/ vicious, maybe I’ll even let you keep a limb or two for when the incubi get you~”, he licked his lips again, frowning when Octavia’s withering gaze didn't even falter, “Hmmm”, he hummed, before in a blur, another knife was thrown towards her face. Octavia acted out of instinct, bringing her pole-arm up to deflect the knife, the Eldar taking the chance to launch himself forward, spinning in the air before bringing a heeled boot out to slam into her side as he dove down. Octavia barely took a moment to bring her arm up and slam it down as the kick struck home against her side, trapping the Eldar’s leg in her armpit. The Eldar narrowed his eyes attempting to pull his leg free, but the Sororitas’ unyielding muscle forced him to bring up his blaster, aiming squarely for her face, a psychotic grin coming to his mouth before his aim was thrown as he was twisted and thrown to the floor. The impact registered, but the warrior slid and rolled, gaining distance, even as he noted his blaster clattering away off the floor, equal distance between the two, both their gazes snapping to the gun. Octavia charged towards it, and even though the Eldar was fast, her weapon gave her more reach, allowing her to swipe the blaster aside and bring the head of her staff onto his head with the same swing.

The same sickening crack that she had heard so often echoed through the halls as the eldar stumbled, tucking and rolling to gain distance, turning and glaring it’s sickly black eyes at her, “Rrrr…..”, he barely seemed to vocalise what he would do, but the dripping green blade he drew told of his anger. Octavia stood tall, the same narrow gaze meeting the Eldar’s own as she brought up a hand, beckoning him with a curl of her fingers. The Sybarite launched himself through the air, attempting to drive the blade home into the Sister’s collar, only to be met by parry after parry from the gray metal staff, and a firm kick into the groin of his armour, harsh enough to dent the xeno metal and send bolts of pain through his body, the Eldar staggered, hands bent to clutch his stomach as the churning pain, though enjoyable to his sick mind, made his body react defensively. This was all the opening Octavia needed as she slammed her staff into his hand, driving the blade still in his grip up through the warrior’s armour and into his stomach, the noxious chemicals coursing through his body in an instant, producing an unbearable screech as he collapsed, each orifice bleeding black as the xenos’ spasming corpse lay at Octavia’s feet.

With a silent prayer to the Emperor for his benevolence in her victory, she drew her hand flamer, only the barest trickle of fluid left in it’s tank, but enough to set the Eldar’s body alight, along with the chemicals now pooling on the floor, she turned, making her way  out, adding the building to memory when she would later return to retrieve her Sister’s bodies. The skies were clear now, and the bodies of the casualties of this assault lay scattered, but thanks to her and her Sisters, they were joined by far more of the kabalite warriors, Octavia let a smirk play across her proud features as she walked, they had done good work that day.