Bone crunched, cracks spreading across it like a fast breaking window, the skin coating it torn ragged, tearing free a chunk as the face flew back from the calloused blood soaked knuckles. Gaunt snarled a wordless curse, shaking his bruised hand once before lunging down with his other hand, driving the red hot blade of his power sword through the crude iron armour of the now shrieking man's chest, tearing it free with a grunt, he crouched low and spat in his eye leaving him to die in agony.
He rose smoothly drawing his bolt pistol with a fluid motion and twitched the trigger twice, bursting a charging warriors face in a cloud of viscera and flame, red drops haloed his filthy torso, the body twitched once dropping it's weapon then thudded forward skidding to a stop only a few feet away, Gaunt then flinched as the young trooper by his side grunted and toppled, a smoking tube burrowed from his eye to the back of his skull, the Blood pact warrior roared, threw his now spent pistol at Ibrham's face and with his other scarred muscled arm powered a screaming chain axe down at his chest.
Ibram smiled, his twisted lips curling up in a feral challenge. Spinning in a blur of motion, the heavy pistol spun milimetres from his face and without stopping he swung his power sword up to meet the whirling teeth of his foes axe. Lightning chains of azure energy from the swords power field and broken razor edged axe teeth flew everywhere as blade met blade, carving thin wounds on both men's flesh.
The Blood pact warrior was huge, his corded arms and massive body dwarfing the normally imposing Commisar beside his bulk, the ever faster whirling teeth of the axe crept closer and closer to Ibrams sweat soaked body, it was only seconds before the larger mans power would win out and Gaunt would be carved in twain. Gaunt suddenly crouched his legs drawing the blades with him and with the last of his strength pushed up with only his right arm forcing both weapons high above them both, the blood pact leaned close, the stench of rotten food and blood blasted to Gaunts face "die like the dog you are" he shouted triumphantly as his axe descended again.
"When the Emperor wills" he replied pushing the wide muzzle of his bolt pistol which he'd drawn with his left as he rose against the mans barrel chest, "And Not Before". He pulled the trigger, emptying the whole magazine in moments, smashing the roaring man away from him with its blunt nosed power. Huge gushing craters were blown clean through the man mountain as he sailed backwards and to the floor, his still whirling axe clattered beside him and began eagerly chewing into the rock.
Gaunt spat a dribble of phlegm and dust to the floor and reloaded his trusted pistol, he turned once more and strode towards the enemy lines, his cloak swirled around him, whipped with blasted air and shrapnel; As he strode through the dust, bullets, flames and beams, Ibhams' hatred for the blood pack flared in his breast, like a blood soaked star in his heart. His body lean and scar ridden at the hands of these same chaos scum, ached for vengeance; for blood, for death, a Camo wrapped reaper, killing in the emperors name and the name of vengeance in the same breath. Shadow wreathed figures run alongside him, ghosts by name, reapers too, by nature.
There was more work to be done this day, "For Tanith, For the Emperor" he cried. The roared reply torn from a thousand throats as Gaunts ghosts charged to war.