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The armies of Abaddon stand. Pennents snapping in the wind. A legion stands. There walls strong. Moving the last of there troops to the top of the hill they set up there fortifications. Expecting to beat off the comming storm. The day turns to night as the fires can be seen in the distance. They hold there bolters tight as there leaders unsheth there power swords. "Bolters to the ready!" there commanders order. As if as one they all raise there bolters and point them down the hill! There tanks although few prepare there amunition and there terminators power up there armor looking to deepstrike into enemy ranks! The chaplains look on, sweat breaking out on there brow as they hear the war chants of the enemy army. 11 full armies stand on the hill! awaiting the attack! The comes the one they hate the most. The one who has lead successful campain after successful campain against them. With lesser armies each time. There stood the Blood Cult Assassin. By his side rode one of his companions, The man known as Blazing Trails. Then the Orc lord came. With tooth and claw one of the most vicious of his kind, Gnash~N~Mash. Soon other empire leaders took there positions beside BloodCult Assassin. It was awe inspiring to see the army assembled beside him! With a few arcane words the empires mages let loose their stongest spells unleashing a searies of deadly fireballs into the abaddon forces. There cries echoed through the night sky as there army was hit in full force.A battle cry arose from the ranks of BloodCult and his allies as they charged up the hill bolters firing. Realing from the hit the allied forces slammed into the abaddons with a vengence. Bolter fire ripping through the enemies lines. Abaddon warriors falling from the attack. In one night the armies of abaddon had fell. the Assassin and his friends standing tall on the mountain! Maybe next time they will bring more armies. If they do that so will the Assassin!
This was written in honour of all who helped clean out the filth of AA!
Blood Cult and I have made an oath to eacth other. And that is to never let the armies of the Long Fang rule this Prom again. It left a bad taste in everyones mouth and no matter how many times they change thier name and no matter how many of them they bring. We will stand before them and with pride.. We will stand even if its just us, me and the Blood God.. Make no mistake about it..
I will fight the BA, but it will be in honor and in good standing. Both sides will have notice and be balanced. But we will never fight each other when there are threats such as an 11 member clan that sends threats to smaller empires and uses tactics that are designed for killing the defensless.. We will never fight when one side holds a clear advantage and wont take advantage of each other..
We are ThickerThanBlood...
another angel surveyed the scene. the lords of the AA left dying on the floor.
he was to late to help in the fighting but it did not matter.one dying hero tried to stand defiantly but the angel of death mercilessly hacked him down.
this is just to say that even thoughi came late i can still help finishnthe job!!
we're not running, we're attacking in another direction!
-Call Of Duty 2