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===Turn 7: Just Add Heresy.=== Things were not going well for the Witch Hunters. The Great Khorneholio was devouring their troops like so much kettle corn, the only consolation being that his brutal, spasmodic fighting style was doing nearly as much damage to the heretics. "Hey!" Shouted the still conscious head of a chubby cultist with a snarling, skeletal unicorn embossed on his ill-fitting chest plate as it was sent flying by a wild swipe of Khorneholio's daemonsword, "Is that any way to treat your best pal?" "Where's Quinn, anyway?" Said the Repentia Sister in her strangely inflected voice as she poked at the daemon prince impotently with her chainsword. "I think she said she was going back to grab some Arco-Flagellants." "Oh, great..." The Sisters Repentia were abandoned. ---- "Hey, Quinn!" "Hi, Quinn!" "How are you?" "Hi Josephus, hi Jephraiim, hi Jebediah." The Mistress greeted the three cybernetically-mutilated dude-bros. "Jamie." The third, and only one still with his original organs of generation, as betrayed by his deeper voice, replied with mild, but still reverent, irritation. "Whatever. So, am I gonna have to punish anybody today? Have we been naughty little heretics?" "Oh yeah, yeah!" They panted in unison. "I blasphemed The Emperor's name!" Said Josephus penitently. "I kept a copy of a Tau hentai manga under my bunk! It had tentacles and robo-wangs and everything!" Jephraiim pleaded ecstatically. "I made out with an Eldar chick, once." Said Jamie, matter-of-factly. "An Eldar?" The Mistress cried in disbelief, "With those pointy helmets and rhinestones everywhere? Eww! That's extra-heretical! I can see you still need some serious lashing!" "Hey, no fair!" "Yeah, I'm way more heretical than him!" "Are not!" "Are too!" The Arco-Flagellants were never deployed in battle against the daemon prince. The wounds they inflicted on each other were far too great. All was not lost, however, as the lustful memories of their battle would ensure that the cruel, grinning Mistress would never suffer morale damage again.
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