Ulrhun Continued to cut them down, whatever these creatures were they lacked all proficiency at close combat relying solely on their ranged weapons to take their enemies down. To bad for them he was to close, as he cut down more and more of the weak ones he noticed they were getting less picky about when they fired and more accurate. He saw that he was suddenly ablaze with infrared light, he was being marked. Cleaver creatures, also seemingly merciless using their own as fodder making fall into this trap. As he killed more and more he made it so there was a greater distance between him and the ones with the larger weaponry. They used the weaker ones to slow him down so the strong could get in a severely intelligent tactical position, at least for any random enemy. However Ulrhun was no random enemy and they were not doing the exactly intelligent thing in this situation.<br/><br/>Ulrhun stopped attacking which seemed to puzzle them for a moment, during this short lull Ulrhun started to concentrate on the nanites that surrounded him making a field of them, making them reproduce and create more of themselves until the air around him was flowing with them. He chuckled inwardly as they opened fire on him the plasma colliding with the durable creatures that filled the air around him destabilize their magnetic field and turning it to energy. Energy he let flow through him into his scythe, ageless began to gather massive amounts of energy as it glowed the dark sickly green that grew into a sphere of energy, his magnetic field began to grow stronger. However as the heavier weapon fired more and more at him they somehow pushed deeper and deeper into his field. How he was becoming more powerful, they should be losing more energy then through it all he saw a vast amount of electricity being pumped into the larger suits as they let out greater and greater blasts. He body began to be pierced by massive beams of plasma, the nanites began to leave their task of energy consumption and to repairing his body draining his energy. *Now or never* He thought.<br/><br/>He let the massive amount of energy burst outward and his scythes gauss flayer reaching out and striking everything around it. The beams of green lightning that burst forth struck everywhere destroying all it touched, flaying the molecules and atoms and rending apart the chemical bonds that held them together. Turning all that the unholy light projected by his weapon touched into the basic elements that made them, Cutting holes in armour and flesh alike reducing them to carbon, zinc, magnesium and everything inbetween. He finally ran out of energy and craters filled with dust of shattered molecules lay all around him deep in perfectly half spherical craters. Pieces of machinery and limbs were scattered everywhere.<br/><br/>Gazing around in the as the snow began to fall through the holes everywhere in the ceiling and walls he saw a small humanoid crawling away, one of his legs gone and a large hole in his abdomen. AS a warm liquid stained the ground he touched he was muttering frantically in some strange language. His metal armour made it all the more easy to finish him. Pointing his scythe at his target, Ulrhun pulled the small being toward him using the magnetic energy of his scythe. As it was pulled into the range of his nanites they began to slowly disassemble him. He couldn't feel it as his body was dying and he would be dead soon. With one final violent pull the being was flung the final short distance toward Ulrhun who had his hand waiting for him, it impaled the being through the chest. It cried in pain, and writhed in his grip for a moment. *Your death is nigh* another mass of energy gathered in his arm and exploded in his hand. The being was instantly light in the green of all Necron technology. Then he was gone, reduced to all the basic elements he was made of. The dust that was the living thing in his hand fell to the ground while a variety of gasses rose or fell as well. The sudden screams from another part of the outpost suddenly garnered his attention.<br/><br/>He saw the larger tank-like bipeds rending the smaller ones into pieces, decapitating their enemies. One by one the small ones fell until none were left. A silence took the outpost, he had tipped the balance and fed his master even still. <ATTACK!! Do not stand there, idle and critical. Attack! feed me more. They still breathe. End them Servitor!> This time instead of instilling Â only pain, his arm moved on its own, jolting upward and the scythe wrapped its magnetic field around one of them and pulled the massive man into the air. Somehow even though his body was incapable of feeling pain his master was able to inflict it so ardently. It drained a great deal of his energy merely lifting the creature toward him. Again he lifted his hand and its sharp talon like fingers tore through the thick armor and deep into the organic mesh of its body. Right through its throat. However, somehow, it still struggled against him. It was strong and struck him with great powerful blows, his other hand reacted almost instantly to the blows and plunged his scythes tip into its abdomen and released a massive burst of gauss inside of him. It struggled only for a few moments more, then it went limp in his arm. Feeling a great deal of interest on how endurant it was he diverted his attention to the others that remained.<br/><br/>The others, of the walking tank-like beings seemed to, instead of fear, overcome with a zealous rage from the horrific death of its companion. They charged him, roaring in cries of retribution. Again he felt another inward chuckle *More fun*