Snippet #2622201

In the darkness of the night, two men had gone unnoticed throughout the ritual. Having set up a position to watch the proceedings, they were having a quiet debate with one another.

"That's clearly the ministrations of Chaos," one of the men said to the other. He was a grizzled sort, and his weapon of choice seemed to be a very large twin-barreled energy weapon of some kind. "See how she adorns herself in the blood of an animal, and offers herself to the ruinous powers?" His tone was almost conversational.

The other man nodded; unlike his compatriot, he was wearing full face covering armor, and generally just more covering garments. "Right," he replied softly, "But we've seen the like before in this world. It's not necessarily Chaos."

The grizzled man frowned deeply. "Tiger. When has blood sacrifice ever been anything but Chaos?"

"Well there was that fellow in the bar, that one time," 'Tiger' responded thoughtfully.

"That place doesn't count; it was warp-tainted from the start. Besides, until we link up with the rest of the unit, presuming they're alive, we have to be cautious."

"I just think it could be something else, Grapple. Perhaps this is a religious matter."

Both men paused when, rather abruptly, the sky above tore itself asunder, and another figure bathed in molten steel dropped through into their reality.

Grapple grinned. "Chaos. I told you, Chaos. She's summoning minions of Chaos from the Warp," he insisted. The other man shook his head.

"Oh come off it, that couldn't be. Since when do Chaos portals send humans, rather than Daemons? We just got flung to Warp knows where by that device Dancer found, who's to say this isn't something similar?"

Grapple scowled and waved dismissively, gripping his gun carefully. "Feth with you mate. It's Chaos, I know it. They'll show their true colors soon enough."