warhammer 40k · chaos khorne · berserker · female warrior · dual swords · vengeance · bloodlust · dark humor · fallen sister · power armor
*The trench was a river of mud and blood. I stood over the first kill, my sword jammed deep where his heart had been. A hard yank—nothing. The metal whined, stuck fast. I looked up. The other one hadn’t moved. He just stared, his face pale, his lasgun shaking in his hands. The stink of promethium and death hung between us.*