A bolt of lightning managed to be brought down by the group of Sith, striking Titus in the back and causing him to collapse in his approach. For perhaps the first time in the entire journey, Titus would feel pain, arcs of electricity coursing through his power armor. If the storm wasn't halted soon, the space marine would've begun to fry in his own armor due to rapidly increasing temperatures.
That would not happen, however. Beneath the very power of the Force, the Emperor's son would plant his boot in the ground and begin to rise, gripping his helmet and tearing it off. Scorch marks were visible across Titus' face, but he made no expression to accentuate them - he simply glared murderously at the Sith, colder than any stare their Order could muster.
With startling speed, Titus lunged forward and grabbed the nearest Sith before they could react.
WHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
SPLLSSSSHHHH
Titus would nearly crush the puny humanoid's neck with his vice grip, lifting them in the air with one hand and immediatly swinging his chainsword out of it's sheathe, pulling the handle-trigger and sending the serrated teeth spinning in to his victim's abdomen. The Sith could only scream for a few moments before the pressure of the chainsword swing caused the dangling human to burst like a rotten pumpkin, sending chunks of red meat spewing across the landscape in a gratutious display of violence. With no words, Titus threw the mangled upper-body of his victim at the Sith, continuing forward.
An emotionless prayer escaped the warrior's lips as he began his genocide.
"My armour is Contempt."
WHHHHRRR
SPPLLLLLSSSH!
Titus lunged across the landscape once more, ducking under a swing of the lightsaber and gutting another Sith warrior with his chainsword, spilling his innards on the dust. Titus kicked the bleeding heretic away with a power-boot, sending him flopping into the dust like a used towel.
"My shield is Disgust."
Titus side-stepped a second swing of a lightsaber, before reaching in and clasping the scrawny humanoid by it's neck.
SNNNAAP!
The Sith went limp and lifeless as it's head bent sideways with a sickening crack when Titus jutted his thumb out, as if he was opening a bottle of soda. The space marine tossed the ragdoll aside and continued his approach.
"My sword is Hatred."
THUNK!
BOOM!
A third Sith was slammed in the face by Titus' gauntlet, causing him to fall backwards into the dust and shards of shattered teeth to trickle from his open mouth. The space marine then planted it's boot on the downed warrior's chest and raised his bolter up, pulling the trigger as it hovered over the Sith's face, which was promptly rendered a steaming pile of brain matter split across the barren landscape.
And yet, he still continued.
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