Editing Heretical Love 2 (section)

=== Too Legit to Quit ===

Too busy despairing over the loss of his monocle and memory card, Max does not notice the sharp change in the surrounding psychic energies.

On a patch of earth far from the stadium the ground begins to crackle and swarm with warp energies. The earth begins to float and crumble. Then, with a violent burst of foul power a skeleton starts to assemble itself. The energies spin wildly around the skeleton spinning sinew and flesh around the bones. With another violent spasm of energy the body is clad in lustrous black and gold armor crackling with dark lightning. 

The freshly born creature comes to life and as it opens its eyes in a furious rage bellows

"WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY AAAAARRRRRMMMMSSSSSS??!?!?!!" 

The shock of the sound wave bleaches the land of all life for a 5-mile radius. 

Hearing deafening roar, the scattered warbands of Malal's army know – Abaddon the Despoiler has returned. The splintered groups flock to the source of the psychic beacon, eager to wreak their terrible revenge.

"...uuunnnnnwooorrrrthhyyyyyy..."

Confused, Abaddon looks around for the source of the whispering in his ear.

"Show yourself coward! Abaddon fears no man, monster, or xenos!"

The voice becomes louder and malevolent.

"Then how about a GOD, Failbaddon?"  

A chill running down his spine, Abaddon recognizes the voice. Still angry, with noticeable trepidation he shouts to the open air

"I did as you asked! Why have you forsaken my arms?! and NEVER AGAIN CALL ME FAILBADDON!"

"Your MASTER will call you whatever he pleases!"

Agony wracks Abaddon's body as his organs are crushed by invisible hands. Pressure begins building in his head until his eyes all but burst from his skull. Blood begins trailing from his ears and nose as the sheer anguish begins to overcome his newfound life.

"Your arms will return when you have redeemed yourself. I trust you will find a worthy sacrifice."

Through bloddy, gritted teeth Abaddon utters but a single word:

"Maximus."

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Event 4 – Powerlifting

Head between his knees, Max mourns the loss of his precious monocle. Mika might be able to whip up another one, but your precious video of the perfect triple ara and the fur-clad snow guards is forever gone.

"We won, Max!" Senna squeals. Both girls run over and take an arm.

"You'd better make good on your promise." Senda reminds him.

The twins plant a kiss on either cheek as they make their way to the showers, skipping in joy at their victory. You take a good long look at their gorgeously tanned bodies in the brilliant green "uniforms."   

Hearing them announce the next event, you turn towards the field.

As you lift your face it is greeted a pastel, bikini-wearing ass which you realize could belong to none other than-

"Perverted MON-KEIGH!!!"

Before you can finish your thought you catch a familiar hand to the face.

"Esh? What are you doing in that?!"

Esh is clad in nothing more than a white bikini, reminiscent of the "undersuit" she wore in your first encounter. Her long, red hair is tied into a high ponytail which ends at her beautiful round-

Another hand makes contact with your face. 

"I can't believe you forgot this was my event! I've been practicing for weeks!" Esh dejectedly proclaims.

As she storms off towards the field you can't take your eyes off of her. It's rare that you get this kind of view outside the bedroom. Long red hair, toned Eldar physique, narrow waist, and voluptuous bottom moving in a hauntingly beautiful elegance. You can't stop staring as her bikini bottom keeps riding up and exposes more of her incredible-

"Stop looking!"

A blast of psychic energy knocks you clean onto your ass. Esh fixes her bottom and makes her way to the next event.
	
"Are you okay?" asks Ailia as she helps you back up into your seat. You again regret wearing the power armor that rests between your arm and her ample bosom,

Still dazed from volleyball to the face, you are unsure what Esh could be doing in a power lifting competition.

"Hello everyone, it's time for the next event—Power lifting! That's right, power lifting—where it's mind over matter. Each psyker will attempt to lift the heaviest object possible with nothing more than their minds. Whoever can lift the most weight with their mind is the winner! To ensure that no psychic boosting equipment is being used each athlete is wearing the bare minimum."
For once, you thank John Madden's blaringly obvious commentating as everything begins to make sense again.

You survey Esh's competition from your seat. You see a Thousand Sons Sorcerer clad in power armor. There's a female Dark Eldar wearing very little who is stretching, giving the crowd quite a view as she does. You see what you can only guess is some kind of Tzeentch daemon and a very uncomfortable looking Grey Knight.

In front of them is a colossal statue in the Emprah's likeness. Across the base of the statue it reads "5000 lbs."

The sorcerer is the first to go. He steps towards the statue as his armor begins to crackle with warp energy. His eyes glow with an intensifying light as he summons forth the power of the warp. The statue begins to shake, only a little at first. Slowly but surely the ground begins to groan as the weight is being lifted. It's looking good but energy starts flooding out of the joints of his armor as he strains to budge the effigy. The sorcerer struggles to keep focus but to no avail as he bursts in a brilliant light of power. His armor falls to the ground in pieces. A light breeze carries off the dust that was once human.

"And that's the way the cookie crumbles!" John Madden blurts.

You hear someone get slapped over the speakers.

The Tzeentch daemon is the next to step up. It begins chanting all sorts of horrible verses with a a voice like nails on a chalkboard. Its hands begin glow with an unnatural light. The statue glows with the same light and effortlessly comes off of the ground. 

"3, 2, 1, good!" As the daemon releases its hold, the statue comes crashing down which sends a rumble throughout the stadium You bite your lip as you watch Ailia's supple sweater kittens jiggle against the power armor. You're not sure why you're still wearing this thing. Three times now you've missed out.

Your head snaps towards the field and away from the xenos funbags as you hear the crowd shout in dismay.

The Grey Knight is up next but he isn't using his powers to lift the statue, but to attack the Tzeentch daemon. With a screech the daemon is smeared from the face of the Yagis V.

"YOU MONSTER! THAT WAS NOT PLANNED" Tzeentch shrieks from the crowd. Lightning rips from her fingertips and completely obliterates the Knight. 

The Emprah is pulling Tzeentch back, trying to calm her down. A deafening cacophony of cheers and boos rock the stadium, causing several more noise marines to explode in ecstasy. Khorne is watching from the stands completely sloshed and can't help but enjoy the wanton carnage.

"ENCORE" he cheers.