*They come to a plaza, where a gigantic figure, humanoid with a bird's head and wings upon its back, is preparing a ritual of some sorts; around the central area, shimmering symbols are scrawled into the ground, best described as sanity-blasting sigils. The three Lictors spread out, hunters luring a kill into a trap. The thing itself looks quite drained from its task. It pauses momentarily and says:*
"Yesss. Just. As..."
*It then takes fleeting notice of the approaching Deathleaper, the specialized Lictor's anti-magic character draining the bird-thing even further. It simply chooses dashing to safety, Leaper on its trail:*
"Not as planned! NOT as planned!!!"
*The Lord of Change makes to dive into an alley, but is cut off by the second Lictor, making the daemon change direction towards the Imperial lines. As it runs, hoping to meet up with forces of Chaos, the third Lictor jumps on it from an upper story, slashing its back and forcing it off balance, allowing the other two chasers to close in and land the kill. The three alien machines begin feasting on the fallen daemon's brain, the thoughts and memories, then cast aside as irrelevant, now flooding back in the Tyrant's mind.*
<<"Yes. That's how it stars; that's how the things are set in motion.">>
"Forward! We must stop the ritual while there is still time!"
*A slew of Guardsmen, several personnel carriers with them, charge into the street, only to find the gored corpse of the Lord. The white-robed inquisitor, along with his posse of robot-men, approach it alone. The Lictors strike again, holding off the man-machines and soldiers, while the Deatleaper snatches the Inquisitor off the ground, fleeing with the struggling, screaming man blocks away before anyone manages to stop it. It quickly bites into the man's skull, feeding off memories.*
<<"And this is how it can be stopped and ended...">>
*The simulation fades, two Lictors torn to shreds, Deathleaper intact, and having treated Jon to quite a show.*
((Edit: typos. G'night folks, see ya after 5000 posts!))