Editing Daria 40k (section)

===Turn 10: Groped By A Daemon.===
"Oh, ow, my leg..." The Repentia Sister was going to require an augmetic... if she didn't bleed out first. The Great Khorneholio had devastated the Witch Hunters and was now clutching his prize, the still-bleeding pilot/victim he had pulled from the shattered remains of a Penitent Engine.

"Dananananana! Danananana-oh-oh-oh! Little China Girl! Heheheh..."

"Umm... eww." Slurred the Penitent through a combat drug-induced haze, apparently oblivious to the horrific peril she was in, "David Bowie hasn't been popular for, like, 35,000 years..."

"Heheheh... hey, remember that movie where you could, like, see his junk? Huh, Butt-" A look of uncharacteristically profound sorrow crossed the beast's face at the realization that his compatriot was no longer there to share in his crude humor, "Oh yeah. He's... gone..."

For the first time, the daemon's inane laughter ceased.

"He's dead. My best friend's dead! And you buttmunches killed him!" The monster's grief turned to rage as a substance that was not quite sweat, fire or the eldritch energies of the warp began to flow out of every pore.

"I'll burn every last one of you! FIRE! FIRE!"

"'''FIRE!!!'''"

A wave of daemonic power washed across the plains, immolating all it touched.