Sterbelicht - One Sacrifice At A Time Against The Galaxy (40K)

"GO FUCK YOURSELF!" I scream at the top of my lungs, barely scraping the claws of the Daemon in front of me to the side, avoiding a wound by providence alone or by its sick desire to extend the "dance" between the two of us as bullets fly and seem to do little more than nothing to its actually important parts.

"Oh, fuck me yourself, you cowaAAaangh~!" It moans with a shudder of pleasure, the wound my chainsword reaped on its right arm not retracted quickly enough (or deliberately offered), gushing blood that hurt to look at. So I didn't, ignoring the fluids dripping from the lower section of the Soul Grinder to focus on scrambling backward faster, back, always back, to ensure the damned Mago wouldn't have the ability to further empower this masochistic psychopath of a Slaaneshi Daemon. ...a bit redundant to state, I think.

"NO THANKS!" I scream instead of lingering on the particulars of that linguistic choice and whatever else one might describe it as and evade another swipe. However, my pants are now ripped into shreds at best, with several shallow wounds on my thighs firing up my nerves as they appear, and barely existent at worst. Just a few more steps, a few more!

"My my! What a sight~!" The Daemon sighs with one claw on its snake-horse face, hungry eyes seeking things that have no right to be out in combat, especially right now, while the other claw tries to cut off my legs and barely misses. "What virility~! Oh, why don't you struggle some more? I like foreplay the most! Especially with my trapped prey~," it continues, and a tail lashes out, blindsiding me as my body does a flip in midair and smacks into the ground with a hit from the blunt side of its claws.

"Augh, my ribs!" I gasp out, before realizing that I had arrived at the place. "Finally!"

"And this trap is mine:"
[] "LADIES!"
[Dogmatic] - The doors to the sides of the hall we had dueled in didn't so much as open as shatter, the black and white power armor-clad feet of several women launching metal and rust everywhere, litanies of fury and contempt on their lips and through the air, eyes burning underneath helmets with utter zeal and hatred beyond mortals, hands leveling the sights of their weapons onto the Soul Grinder. As one, they let loose, drowning the world in blessed flame and sanctified munitions, holy lights and unholy screams clashing as hundreds of rounds were pumped into the abomination, each etched with a prayer by a faithful hand, all empowered by the hopes and zeal of the people fighting against Chaos even here and those who had never known another life. Step by step, bullet by bullet, they drove the Daemon away; hymns and prayers swung like swords as faith burned alike the fire that devoured the flesh of the abomination as it trashed in its last moments.
(Gain Opportunity: A Covenant Struck - A heavily damaged duo of Cobra-class Destroyers dropped into the system, seeking repairs at a nearby Mechanicum Outpost only to find it a guise worn to capture them. Months of torture and humiliation later, the three squads of Sororitas carried aboard rose with glee with those faithful that seek to redeem themselves in the eyes of the God-Emperor.)

[] "FOR THOSE WE CHERISH-"
[Iconoclastic] - "WE DIE IN GLORY!" I screamed in fury and hatred as I fell from the upper gallery, my twin-linked autocannon roaring its fury, the munitions splattering across the sickly-slick hide of the Daemon, few finding the needed angles to bite through its armor and strike inside, though enough did to rouse the unholy beast to roar in genuine anger, its lust placed aside in favor of roaring at me, just in time for three of my Krak Missiles to slam into torso, mouth, and head at once, launching the beast back in pain. As I slam into the ground, my autocannon does not relent, nor do the gunners of the rebels here who had risen against their dark masters. I knew not their cause beyond this rising; there had been no time to explain in detail when they had freed me from the grasps of the Dark Mechanicum, just enough to point me at the most potent weapon these Hereteks had summoned and the one thing that stood between victory and defeat. There would be none of the latter. I could not allow it. The Chapter's future rested within the seventeen Gene-Seeds hidden safely within my Hellfire Dreadnought, and I had a debt to pay to these people for that.
(Gain Opportunity: A Dirge Unsung - A Space Marine of the Lamenters Chapter has been captured by your Once-Masters, yet you managed to free him, alongside seventeen Gene-Seeds he knows how to implant despite being within a Dreadnought. He now owes a debt and requires aid to rebuild his Chapter as its last Angel.)

[] "GROM, PLAYTIME!"
[Heretical] - For a solid second, nothing happens, and the eyes of the Soul Grinder turn from intrigued to amused, its snake-horse face splitting open to speak in its horrid tongues once more. At least, it tries, as a massive pillar of pure steel strikes it down the head, smashing its entire body into the floor with an explosion of blood and dust; large and convulsing hands attached to the pillar slowly lift it with the aid of grotesquely muscular arms belonging to an even larger torso. Despite that, the face on the massive head looks rather sad and confused, eyes unclouded by even the tiniest bit of intelligence looking from the recovering Soul Grinder to me. "Big Horsie No Play?" Grom says with a jaunty lilt, a tick he always had, even before being enhanced by alchemical means. "BIG HORSIE MUCH PLAY! HIT AGAIN UNTIL I SAY STOP!" I scream, my heart thundering in my chest as the Soul Grinder looks at me with a mixture of reproach and lust, opens its maw...and is hit into the ground once more; Grom, now laughing as the mutated Ogryn smashes his pillar into the Daemon for what seems like far too long, heavy stubbers not ceasing to fire until there simply isn't anything left to fire at.
(Gain Opportunity: Big Friendly Buddies - Thanks to alchemical means, those Ogryns at your disposal have been further enhanced into truly momentous strength and combat ability. Even unarmored their skin can deflect small rounds like it's nothing, and further work will only make these Alchemy-Soldiers all the more deadlier.)