>>5640262The Sorcerer cannot maintain his warpfire for long as Canoness Malin pushes back against his staff with her mace, before gripping the staff with her other hand as well and propelling herself forward through the purple warpfire as hard as she can. "Arghn-!" the Sorcerer is sent staggering backwards as the power armoured Canoness throws herself into him, the robed figure lowering his staff and his hellfire dissipating into the air.
Canoness Malin has the upper hand now as she takes to the offensive, her mace swinging as she belabours the foul Sorcerer. She savours the fear in his eyes as he steps back towards the staircase, his staff letting out a pained wail each time her sanctified mace smashes against it. High, low, swing and jap, Malin's weapon is a blur as it sings through the air and the Canoness pushes forward upon the heretic. "Nngh-..! No!" the Sorcerer cries out as he is pushed back to the stairs and the experienced Canoness forces his staff upwards with an underarmed swing of her hefty mace before she jabs the flanged power weapon straight into his face.
The Sorcerer grunts in pain as Malin shatters his nose and blood spews down his face, swinging wildly with his energised staff. But Malin ducks low beneath his enraged swing and brings her mace around in a wide arc, the crackling head smacking into his thigh with a satisfying bonesmashing crunch. This time the Sorcerer screams as his leg crumples beneath him, the heretic falling back against the stars. "No!" the Sorcerer groans as his gods abandon him, raising his staff towards the Canoness as Malin brings her mace down with both hands. The weapon shatters in half as Malin's sanctified mace smashes straight through the warp-empowered staff and into the Sorcerer's chest, crushing ribs and pulping organs as blood spews from his screaming lips.
The mangled Sorcerer is splayed back across the stairs as Malin places her armoured boot upon his shattered chest, his hands clawing feebly at her leg as she slowly crushes his vital organs underfoot. Tessia and the Celestians sing praises to their Canoness, raising their hands in prayer as Malin holds her mace aloft in victory. The Sorcerer's corrupted eyes gaze up at his doom, wide with the fear of death that no good servant of the God-Emperor ever has to face, before Canoness Malin brings her sanctified mace down into his skull, smashing it apart upon the stone steps.
"Victory! Sisters advance!" Tessia roars from the entrance and within moments the stone hall is filled with battle sisters pouring in from outside, Palatine Velna and Palatine Rosaline leading from the front as power armoured Sororitas sweep the building clear of any defenders that try to put up a fight. Small arms in close quarters are no hope against Sisters of Battle welding bolt, flame, and chainsword, and Canoness Malin allows herself a rest upon the large staircase beside her bested foe.
