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After waking Rasputin, and the ill-fated attempt by Lord Felwinter to communicate with the Warmind, with promises of peace and goodwill belied by the army of the Iron Lords assembling in the Cosmodrome for a fight, Rasputin activated his defences and the battle commenced. Thousands of combat Frames, and SIVA Constructs moved to their positions, preparing an ambush for the Iron Lords as they advanced through the canyon between the Lord’s Watch and the Giant’s Husk on their coastal route to Site-6 and the Replication Chamber. Great tendrils of SIVA nanites exploded out of the depths of their underground confinement, as Rasputin’s will made them break through their restraints, smashing through rock and stone as they exploded up out of what is now the Archon's Keep and began to race across the coast towards the battle that had broken out at the tanker. | After waking Rasputin, and the ill-fated attempt by Lord Felwinter to communicate with the Warmind, with promises of peace and goodwill belied by the army of the Iron Lords assembling in the Cosmodrome for a fight, Rasputin activated his defences and the battle commenced. Thousands of combat Frames, and SIVA Constructs moved to their positions, preparing an ambush for the Iron Lords as they advanced through the canyon between the Lord’s Watch and the Giant’s Husk on their coastal route to Site-6 and the Replication Chamber. Great tendrils of SIVA nanites exploded out of the depths of their underground confinement, as Rasputin’s will made them break through their restraints, smashing through rock and stone as they exploded up out of what is now the Archon's Keep and began to race across the coast towards the battle that had broken out at the tanker. | ||
When Rasputin’s attack came, the Iron Lords were caught between the towering Cosmodrome wall where it perched atop sheer cliffs on the one side, and the ruins of the beached tanker on the other. The Lords ducked and scattered for cover as the narrow space filled with the echoing discharge of weaponry, each of them a legendary warrior in their own right, together they would be unstoppable. A fierce battle | When Rasputin’s attack came, the Iron Lords were caught between the towering Cosmodrome wall where it perched atop sheer cliffs on the one side, and the ruins of the beached tanker on the other. The Lords ducked and scattered for cover as the narrow space filled with the echoing discharge of weaponry, each of them a legendary warrior in their own right, together they would be unstoppable. A fierce battle raged as the ground became slick with blood and machine oil, as ammunition ran low. Then the tendrils hit. Exploding through the old tanker as the densely packed swarms of SIVA nanites bounded across the coastal plane towards them, they engulfed the Iron Lords, encircling them and cutting them off from each other in the confusion, as the brutal order of professional violence gave way to the frantic chaos of a route. SIVA coiled and thrashed about like an enraged monster, crushing Ghosts (2.0) everywhere it found them hovering over their fallen Guardians, while its nodes spewed forth new swarms of the nanites, enveloping the Iron Lords in the red and buzzing clouds that angrily wormed their way through every nook and cranny in their armour. Infesting them. Eating them alive, and hollowing them out into armoured shells to be puppeteered against their comrades. (2.7)(PL TS) | ||
Most of the survivors of the initial attack fled back the way they had come, through the ruined tanker and the canyon beyond, up to the wall and the Lords Watch, where they would be safe enough atop the cliffs to rally and regroup. In the meantime, those still trapped by the swarm and the hundreds upon hundreds of frames flooding back into the area, attempted to fight a rear guard action to buy time with their last stands for their brothers and sisters to escape. Some, such as the carrier of an Iron Medallion managed to scale the cliffs and gain a brief reprieve out of the chaos below, before they two were cornered and killed. Lord Colovance, unable to escape from the tanker that would soon be his grave fought on until he ran out of ammunition, never giving up in the melee that followed against the hundreds of frames, and his own fallen comrades being puppeteered by SIVA like violent rag-dolls against the living until he could go on no further. His Light was not enough. (2.1) | Most of the survivors of the initial attack fled back the way they had come, through the ruined tanker and the canyon beyond, up to the wall and the Lords Watch, where they would be safe enough atop the cliffs to rally and regroup. In the meantime, those still trapped by the swarm and the hundreds upon hundreds of frames flooding back into the area, attempted to fight a rear guard action to buy time with their last stands for their brothers and sisters to escape. Some, such as the carrier of an Iron Medallion managed to scale the cliffs and gain a brief reprieve out of the chaos below, before they two were cornered and killed. Lord Colovance, unable to escape from the tanker that would soon be his grave fought on until he ran out of ammunition, never giving up in the melee that followed against the hundreds of frames, and his own fallen comrades being puppeteered by SIVA like violent rag-dolls against the living until he could go on no further. His Light was not enough. (2.1) | ||