War of Change Part 5: Blood Spilled

(General POV)

Location the Warp-The Neutral Zone of Chaos, the Base of Mount Olympus-Battlefield: Allied Chaos Forces Vs Tzeentch Forces

As Nurgle smashed his fists on top of Tzeentch's head, making him crashed hard onto the pool water around them, Tzeentch tried to retaliate with his tentacles again only for Nurgle to counter easily with his own.

Coiling around Tzeentch's more smaller tentacles and binding them with his superior strength he lifted the slightly burned Changer up, and left him suspending in the air, in front of the Rot Lord himself.

Tzeentch knew that if he use sorcery, Nurgle will immediately strike him, so he had to rely on brute force now...at much as he, distains it...punching Nurgle with his six arms, pummeling onto the Grandfather with as much strength that the Changer could muster up.

Fists flew as Tzeentch tried to fight back and free himself from Nurgle's grasp, only for one of his arms to accidentally strike too close to Nurgle's stomach mouth.

Allowing the Plague God, to use his mouth to bite down as hard and brutally that he could onto Tzeentch's lowest right arm.

Tzeentch screamed in pain, as Nurgle's massive, dirty, jagged teeth tore into the Changer's flesh and Nurgle's maggots, worms, parasites and other nasty microbes dug into Tzeentch's body.

Tzeentch's actions to free his arm, was only causing him more pain, as Nurgle's teeth sank in deeper along with innumerable amount microorganisms and parasites, that are entering the Changer's body through his arm.

With no other choice, less he risk infection and poisoning in a Godly level, the Sorceror God focused all his daemonic sorcery, and psyker energies to the upper left hands, one which was glowing with a blueish white aura, while the other was ignited in pinkish flames.

Nurgle was amused thinking his little brother, was about to hit him with his weak sorcery like he did all-throughout their fight, but to his and the others' surprise Tzeentch did something none of them, expected from the Scheming God.

Tzeentch, he swung at his caught arm and sliced it off from above the shoulder, freeing himself and gushing blue blood everywhere, using his warp-fire he stopped the bleeding.

While he would die from bloodlost, and with time he'll regenerate his cut-off arm he couldn't risk Nurgle or even Khorne use his wound against him...a open wound for Nurgle's plagues, and fresh blood for Khorne, the Changer refuse to give his enemies anymore advantages over him.

Seeing Nurgle and the other shocked by Tzeentch's unexpected move, and with the remainder of the Pink Flames on his upper left hand, the Raven God swiped his ignited claws at Nurgle's face.

Causing searing pain to surge from his face, luckily because on the height difference between them Tzeentch's swipe missed Nurgle's right eye by a slight margin.

This burning claw slashes to his face, forced Nurgle to release Tzeentch as burning, rotting, blackish green flesh was seared by the Master of Manipulation.

After a brief moment, Nurgle's pain turned to full-out ballistic rage, as Tzeentch was about to strike by stabbing his still glowing, middle left claw into Nurgle's neck area.

Nurgle quickly responded with a his own claw swipe at Tzeentch's chest area, as green ooze seethe into the wound that the Plague God just dealt to the Changer.

Tzeentch quickly backtracked to gain distance from Nurgle, and to deal with the quickly infesting wound that he has just now suffered, by Nurgle's literal hand.

With his five still remaining hands, he ignited them all in either Pink or Blue Fire and placed them all onto his chest area, to burn away all infected flesh and the infection itself, before it could spread into his system further.

Just when Nurgle was about to send his seven parasite tentacles at Tzeentch, he heard, "Time up, Nurgle." making the Grandfather, stop his attack and turn to his brothers Khorne and Laharl, at the sidelines.

Nurgle grumbled, as he stomped toward the two, recalling all the miasma since it will be a disadvantage to his brothers if it remained, and as he walked towards them he spoke with a disappointed tone, "Awww...just...when I...was...about to...have...some...real...fun. Shame." as he made his way next to the Dark One, the Blood God started making his way over to the burning God of Change.

Laharl looked at his barely harmed brother, and feeling a bit considerate he gave the Grandfather, 7-thousand souls so he can hasten his healing, Nurgle grateful for the kind gesture, accepted the souls, and quickly consumed them.

With those devoured soul, his body "restored" itself back to it's "prime", as it was time for Khorne and Tzeentch to fight, and for the Plague God to sit back and enjoy the spectacle.

Tzeentch grinded his sharp-teeth, against each other, as he just survived his brawl with Nurgle, and now he had to clash against the Blood God.

Deciding not to be blindsided again, Tzeentch struck first this time.

Sending a torrent of blue fire, towards the Blood God, but to the Changer's shock the flame ceased immediately and turned into raw incorporial energy that faded away, as Khorne looked at his younger brother, utterly unamused and said, "For a so called Weaver of Destiny, your quite oblivious aren't you? Apart of Blood, Anger, and War, I am the God of Fire, idiot..." hearing this Tzeentch gasped, this meant that most of his arsenal was utterly useless against Khorne!!!

Then that shock turned to frustrated anger, as he yelled at the Blood God, "HOW DARE YOU!!? IF THERE SHOULD BE ANY CHAOS GOD OF FIRE, IT SHOULD BE ME!!!!" again Tzeentch was overcome with envy and jealousy, as he attacked again using his psychic might on Khorne, to blast him away, Laharl had a bit of geek moment as the attack, was almost exactly like a force push, from Star Wars.

Khorne was sent crashing across, flooded grounds, until he used his Chains of Wrath to anchor himself to the ground and stop himself from flying more.

Khorne pulled himself up-straight, and retracted his chains, underneath his helmet a diabolical, grin of razor-sharp teeth, as he thought, "Seems this won't be waste after all. Let's see if Tzeentch, can further entertain me." the Blood God, cracked his neck and ignited his entire form in Hellfire.

Becoming a grand hellish inferno, that Tzeentch immediately sensed the incoming threat and channeling his powers, causing surges and spark of bluish lightning to burst out of Tzeentch's head and countless eyes, and with that he blasted Khorne with a massive wave of multi-toned blue, warp-lightning.

Using all his gathered power, and psychic might to attack Khorne before he could strike against him...but to his shock despite swallowing the Blood God, in the massive electrical beam, Khorne's hellfire burst out on a greater scale.

Then like Superman did in the rematch with Goku, Khorne started moving forward within the beam, completely unfazed or affected by Tzeentch's attack.

Tzeentch started using dark chanting from his mouths, and absorbing as well as fueling the beam with magic from the Warp itself, to empower his attack in hope that he can destroy Khorne.

But being in a higher tier rank, than Tzeentch, as well as possessing a stronger durability and endurance Khorne ignored the meager pain, and kept walking forward to Tzeentch, once close enough a blazing gauntlet soar out the beam and struck/burned the Changer in the center of his face!!!

This obviously disrupted Tzeentch's attack, and his face burned but then a massive fireball, soared straight at Tzeentch courtesy of Khorne, with barely any time to spare, Tzeentch used his five arms and several tentacles to block the incoming fire.

As it struck against him, and shrouded the Changer in intense hellfire, burning him badly Khorne transformed into a giant fireball/burning meteor and rushed at Tzeentch, while he was still riding in pain.

In a great crash which cause a huge fiery explosion, as Khorne rammed into Tzeentch while his burning state.

Not only burning Tzeentch on a worse state, but also ignited him on hellfire and blasted him away do to the impact, but Khorne didn't stop yet.

Flying straight on the still airborne, Tzeentch he crashed onto him over and over like a ballistic sun, the Architech of Fate was in total, Tzeentch was at Khorne's infernal mercy, every new blow both crushed his body further and badly burned the God of Change.

At the end of Khorne's vicious assault he reverted to his humanoid but still burning state, grabbing onto the Changer's head as he burned him badly and started diving straight to the ground, in a crimson, hellish inferno.

Thinking fast as they're quickly, approaching the ground, Tzeentch forced four of his hands onto Khorne blazing helmed head, immediately causing smoke and searing to burst out his hands.

Hissing he fought through the pain, and at point-blank distance blasted Khorne with concentrated blast of warp-lightning, causing a intense white flash, followed by a huge electrical burst that knock both of them far from each other.

Both crashing onto the flooded ground, with Tzeentch's crash being more of a massive splash while Khorne's was a giant fiery explosion.

Tzeentch recoved first, standing up he quickly summoned a huge number of lesser daemons, and once the horrors swarmed towards him, he mercilessly absorbed their essences, allowing the Changer to heal most of his burns...especially those suffered on his face...this little boost would, be a boon in the continuous duel between them.

Then steam and the sound of boiling water, as the Dark One and the Rot Lord, looked at the location where their brother, Khorne, crashed seems the waters weren't enough to cease their brother's hellfire, as the flooded ground was boiling away from the contact of Khorne body.

Emerging from the flooded crater, that Khorne made upon crashing into the ground, all the water close to him boiled more, as the Chaos God of Fire, intensified his hellish flames on and around his body.

Khorne wasn't angry, instead he was impressed at Tzeentch attack, he never expected the Scheming God to fight back in such a way.

The increase power and intensity of his flames, were a response to the Blood God's excitement as the water's boiling point expanded wide, and geysers of steam started erupting all around the Blood God.

Channeling his daemonic power, and divine domain over fire, which cause his flames and armor to recede and surge towards another point of Khorne's body...his eyes.

Laharl notice the flow shift of Khorne's power, directed to his eyes and realized quickly that Khorne was about to use his hellfire laser vision, on Tzeentch, turning his sight on slightly recovered five-armed Changer, that seems that he noticed the incoming threat as well, all the Dark One said out loud, "So Weaver of Destiny, let's see what you'll do next?" Nurgle hearing his brother's question, responded with, "Despite...mine short...displeasing...interaction...with Tzeentch. I'd...say...something foolish...like...attacking...Khorne...mentally..."

The moment that the Decaying God, said those words, Laharl knew one thing, "Tzeentch is about to eff up big time..." which made Nurgle, nod his head in agreement with what his brother stated.

Khorne was done charging up his attack and as Dark One, predicted he fired a pair of eye-lasers at Tzeentch with such power and speed that the Changer of Ways knew, that he couldn't block the incoming or reflect it so instead, Tzeentch duck down, costing several tentacles to be burned/cut off by Khorne's attack.

The lasers, soared pass the duel site, and struck at a squad of tzeentchian daemons that were reduced to ash, Skarbrand sensed the power of his Dark Master, and saw the devastation caused by the Blood God, scrapping his blades against one another he roared out, "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!!! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!!!!" in praise to the Lord of Skulls, this was quickly joined by the other countless khornate daemons.

Both Valkia and Bellona, watched at the destruction that Khorne unleashed without having to directly participating in the battle, which quite honestly made them both excited and flustered, but just when they were admiring the Blood God's work, more tzeentchian daemons came and interrupted then, this pissed them off and they both started to emanate so much anger and bloodlust, that it actually intimidated the eldritch daemons of Tzeentch.

Tzeentch was once again, forced down on his knees and this utterly enraged him!!!

Using his low stance he dashed forward at the Blood God, in such a speed that the Dark Harbinger was impressed, never has he seen any tzeentchian aligned entity...let alone the Architech himself...move so fast before.

It made him thankful, that apart from teleporting, and the Screamers of Tzeentch that none of the Tzeentch Units on the game were that high-mobility, he shutter to think, such a highly shooting and psyker based army would be capable if they can move, as if not faster than Eldar Units.

Regardless he focused on the battle again, as Tzeentch has already manage to reach the halfway point between the two of them.

Khorne's response was simply to look down, and causing his eye-lasers to cut through the ground and quickly reach the Changer.

So Tzeentch rolled to the side, and with a smile on his face did his move.

While Khorne was unable to counter, for the moment Tzeentch's scheme was to attack the brute through his mind, knowing that Khorne possessed no defenses against mental attacks, like Laharl, Tzeentch assumes to finish the fight by attacking and destroying the Blood God's mind...what a idiot, was what both Nurgle and Laharl thought as they watched on...

A pulse of psychic energy, was released from the Scheming God, and Khorne stumble a bit before he stopped moving and channeling his eye-lasers...

Tzeentch started to laugh and brag, then taunt his other brothers of his victory over the Blood God, which only got responded with two unimpressed looks from the Dark One and the Plague God...as Laharl said to Tzeentch, "Tzeentch. You do know that Khorne is magically resistant, and quite frankly the most immune to mental attacks, right?" before Tzeentch, could demand and explanation from Laharl's ridiculous words.

He felt a couple arms, wrap around his waist and then he was lifted up in the air, and his skull was brutally smashed against the ground, as Khorne just delivered a brutal German Supplex to him.

Both Laharl and Nurgle, let out a "ooohhhh." sound at the sight, that witnessed.

But Khorne was far from finished, grabbing onto Tzeentch's legs he started to spin him over and over, around until the Blood God tossed him away, like useless trash.

Tzeentch rolled and hit against the ground, several time until he finally stop only to receive a punting kick to the side, courtesy of Khorne.

Tzeentch coughed up blood, as Khorne no longer was playing or testing if he could provide the Lord of Skulls, with any sort of entertainment or challenge.

Khorne wanted to crush and brutalize, the Architech for his transgression...no sin, against him...one thing you never do to any of Khorne followers, let alone the Blood God, himself is to attack their mind with psyker sorcery/magical sorcery, so in laymen terms, Tzeentch knew he has just effed up!!!

The Changer, barely was able to stand up when Khorne was once again on him, delivering a brutal barrage of punches and knee-strikes to Tzeentch it was like a nerd getting a beatdown from an MMA fighter.

Khorne even grabbed Tzeentch by the head, in a one arm neck hold, and started pummeling his right fist over and over on his head and face.

Khorne was beating him in everyway of the word, blue/purple blood stained the waters and Khorne's armor for he didn't stop, another punch to Tzeentch face and the Changer wrapped his tentacles around the Blood God's legs, to trip him and getting freed from the hold he was in.

Not letting go, Tzeentch started to return the favor by letting loose some punches on the down Khorne, only to mean nothing as the Blood God, simply retaliate with a burst of hellfire that not only fried off the tentacles around his legs, but also burn Tzeentch.

Blocking his face from the flames, this allowed Khorne to tackle Tzeentch to the ground and started pummeling his fist onto the Changer, without rest or mercy.