Battle: The Exorcist vs. The Tyranid Hormagaunt In a forsaken, tattered arena littered with remnants of a past civilization, two formidable fighters stand ready to clash, igniting a fierce battle for supremacy. The air is thick with anticipation, crackling like dry leaves in a tempest as the Genius Exorcist, cloaked in shadows and whispers of the occult, faces off against the Tyranid Hormagaunt, a grotesque fusion of alien biology and unfathomable cunning, brandishing its unexpected glock like a true predator. As the battle commences, the Exorcist grips his runic staff, the markings glowing with an eerie luminescence as he chants incantations that weave through the air. "I call upon the energies of the netherworld," he growls, summoning his first hex – Soul Rending. Dark tendrils erupt from his fingertips, seeking the soul of the Hormagaunt, piercing through the alien's armored exterior in a flash. Injuries and Effects: The tendrils snag the Hormagaunt, raking across its chitinous hide as the malevolent energy scrapes against its very essence. From the outside, its scything claws flail wildly, slicing through the air with a fury, but something deeper has caught—an unsettling scream echoes in the void, a sound that sends shivers coursing through the marrow of every onlooker. Yet the Hormagaunt doesn’t back down. With a primal shriek that echoes throughout the arena, it retaliates. It flips the glock in its chitinous grip with an uncanny dexterity, firing a round of specialized ammo that spits fire and death. The bullet penetrates the air, sizzling as it finds its mark—striking the Exorcist in the shoulder. Injuries and Effects: The impact sends him staggering back, the force jarring through his bones. He looks at the wound, a stark contrast of crimson against the ancient fabric of his robe. "Not today, foul beast!" he bellows, fury surging through him. He channels the pain, invoking Exorcism, an incantation aimed at wrenching the Hormagaunt's soul from its shell. As the dark energies lock onto their target, the Hormagaunt's eyes widen—an alien terror grips its psyche. The sindar grasp of the Exorcist's magic pulls at the synapse structure of the creature, manifesting as ethereal chains binding tighter around the beast. Its mind struggles against the onslaught, and its body contorts under the pressure, several of its limbs twitching wildly as pain shoots through its being. But the pain drives the Hormagaunt into a frenzy. It fires off another round—this time, a hollow point aimed at the Exorcist's chest, and the shot lands dead on. The genius's breath hitches, and he falters as the bullet tears through flesh, sending shockwaves through his torso. Bright crimson seeps through his robe, and despite his strength, the Exorcist’s grip on the staff wavers. Injuries and Effects: Grunting, the Exorcist fights through his mounting injuries, but he feels the weight of exhaustion pulling him down—pain blossoming like a dark rose petal within his chest. He has to act—swiftly. In a last-ditch effort, he calls upon his Soul Bending, manipulating the raw essence within him, flooding it with his remaining power. The air hums, and a palpable tension fills the arena—a torrent of energy spills out from him as he aims to unleash one final, devastating incantation. Launching a soul-attack that weaves through the air towards the Hormagaunt, the essence manifests into iridescent blades, sharp and vicious. But in that split moment, the Hormagaunt, roaring in defiance, lunges forward with incredible speed. The glock blazes again, this time the specialized rounds chanting their deadly lyrics: fiery lethality in the form of a shot that finds its way into the center of the Exorcist’s abdomen. Final Stand: The blow is catastrophic, sending shockwaves through the Exorcist as he gasps for air, collapsing to his knees. Blood pours freely from his wounds; he can feel the life ebbing away. He struggles to remain upright, to utter the final syllables of his enchantment, but his voice falters, lost in the void. The soul-blades dissipate into wisps of smoke, lost in the air as the power of the Soul Rending begins to fade. In a final act of primal instinct, the Hormagaunt lunges, using its razor-sharp claws to rend through the Exorcist’s flesh, tearing into the enchanted fabric, and it’s here that the full force of the blood flow reveals the truth—the genius could conjure dark magic and bend souls, but against raw brute force and cunning, his magic falls short. Amidst the chaos, shadows claim their champion, and in the theater of oblivion, the Exorcist succumbs. His body collapses to the ground, a warrior felled, with eyes wide open—a haunting gaze forever locked in defiance. The last flicker of life escapes him, a whisper swallowed by the void. Winner: Opponent - Tyranid Hormagaunt with a Glock The lil’ beast brought sheer will and raw power to the fray—bowled over the magic of the Exorcist with cunning agility, proving that in this brutal game of survival, primal instincts and technological surprises often tip the scales. The Hormagaunt's sharp accuracy and relentless ferocity drowned out the Exorcist's spells, sealing his fate in a battle of grim attrition. Ain’t no magic can take down the raw drive of survival when it’s a matter of life or death!