Morrathillienn, Corsair Prince of the Khaine's Ravens

For a few tense moments Mohruin and the Slaaneshi Marine circled each other, sizing up their opponent. Without warning, the augmented human lunged. Combat knife met venom blade, sparks skittering as Mohruin parried wildly. This mon keigh was fast. He hadn't been expecting that. Blows rained down upon him as the astartes set to work with savage glee. It was all he could do to avoid being torn asunder by the ferocious assault. Disengaging for a split second he keyed the command for his drug dispenser. Hypex flooded his circulatory system, wrenching him into a state of hyper-consciousness. The sound of his accelerated breathing assaulted his senses. The colours of his surroundings stung his unblinking eyes. Nerves searing with the speed of their reaction he set about his counter-attack. Strikes rang out like church bells to his enhanced senses, chunks of ceramite exploding where he outmanouvered his foe. His movements were ragged, twitchy...but fast. Blindingly fast. Subconsciously he found himself subtly manipulating the anti-gravity generators in his jetpack, jerking clear of snarling counter-strikes. Veering away from a vertical strike, he clasped his sword in both shaking hands and violently activated his thrusters to lend momentum to his sideways strike.

 

He staggered aside as the astartes' torso slid apart. The sound of his rapid heartbeat thundered in his ears, red dots clouded his vision where blood vessels had burst. Fingers twitching erratically, he keyed the drug dispenser to release the anti-venom into his bloodstream. Twitches and tics calming, he paused for a second to recover his breath. "Sweet dreaming Lileath that was exhilarating", he muttered in awe.

Done