It had been around three weeks since the Harlequin made itself known, Weiss and Yang had joined them again, and Leonardo Lionheart had summoned them to Haven academy, the group stopping in the center of the main hall, Lionheart speaking first;
Lionheart: Why hello. Thank you for... coming. There... seems to be more of you than last time.
Qrow: Eh, you know what they say, "The more the merrier". So what's going on with the council?
Lionheart: Why... did you bring your weapons?
Qrow: What? Leo, we're Huntsmen. You okay?
Lionheart: Of course! Of course, sorry. Just haven't had my evening coffee.
Qrow: Look, it's nice to see you, but we got work to do. Are we getting support from the council or not?
Yang having let her eyes wander, suddenly asks;
Yang: Mom?
Qrows eyes shooting to where Yang was looking, leveling his gun and firing all in the same motion, nearly hitting a raven, wich flies behind Lionheart and transforms into a woman who donned a mask similar to that of the Grimm, who said;
Raven: If you're going to shoot me, shoot me. That was insulting.
Qrow: What are you doing here?!
Raven: I could ask you the same thing. You've been scheming, little brother. Planning to attack your own sister.
Qrow: Leo... what have you done?!
Raven: Leo did what any sane person would in his position - he looked at all the information he had in front of him, assessed the situation, and made a choice. And it seems you all have too.
Perturabo: And I assume you have taken the role of our executioner-to-be?
Raven: I wish I could have, however, there are others better suited for such a role.
She said, drawing her blade and slicing the air, a tear in reality forming that made Perturabo sick as fireballs flew from it, a few scorching the Logos, one flying wide and striking Ruby, flinging her back as their attackers step through, thier faces making Perturabos blood boil. Cinder Fall, Emerald Sustrai and Mercury Black, the pincer closing as Hazel Rainart closed the doors behind them, dropping a heavy locking mechanism as he did, sealing the impromptu arena as the first shot rang out, the Logos Array spewing Shrapnel rounds at Hazel without a word as Perturabo seized the iniative, the rest of the group following his lead, much to Qrows dismay, Jaune attacking Cinder, seeking retribution, Ruby attempting to support him but being dragged into combat with Emerald, Yang trying to help Jaune, but was cut off by Perturabos voice in her ear, a small headset he gave to each member of his Retinue, saying;
Perturabo: A duel is Sacrosanct, even my brothers' maddened sons knew as much, find your target, and eliminate them.
Yang turning to block a strike from Mercury as Qrow and Raven began a duel of thier own as Weiss and Vernal fought, Nora and Ren fighting alongside Perturabo, Nora using the Lord of Iron as a living sheild, a role he was well suited to, as Ren harassed Hazel's sides, Oscar finding his way to fight Lionheart, the tide turning against them as first Jaune was knocked down, Cinder taunting him as he rose again, ruby not able to keep up with Emeralds viscous attacks, Vernal catching Weisses blade, breaking her aura in short order, Cinder once more taunting Jaune as Weiss screamed, Perturabo lading a haymaker on Hazel before turning to assist Weiss when a detonation blew him off balance, a stray shot having caused the rounds of the Logos array to cook off as molten slag coated a few, the few remaining bolter rounds spilling out from the belts, scattering on the floor as Perturabo tried to heave himself upright, but is knocked back down by Hazel as Ruby was knocked unconscious by Emerald, a horrible, familiar feeling welling in Perturabos hearts as he watched her fall, as he let out a single, choked sob before his features twisted to an intense, horrible rage, hauling himself up once more he caught a blow from Hazel, his Primarch Aura saturating the area as he rose, nearly snapping through Hazels Aura as Hazel slammed a dust crystal into his arm, his aura flaring as Perturabo exerted more and more force, more and more crystals being shoved into Hazels skin until the ceramite gauntlets Perturabo wore begging to crack and shatter, swinging upwards with Forge-Breaker, its head arcing with techno-archaic thunder, he clipped Hazels chin, sending him flying as Perturabo turned, only to see an obsidian lance pierce Weisses abdomen, a horrible guttural shout tearing its way from Perturabos throat as a multicolored flurry fell from the ceiling, the Harlequin from before landing in the center of the room, flicking its wrist as a sword as long as the Harlequin was tall seemed to materialize in its hand as it flew at Cinder, giving Jaune time to disengage and rush to Weiss, Oscar Pine having disengaged Lionheart to try to wake Ruby as a horrie report came through from the Iron blood. The White Fang were planting demolition charges all over the building, Perturabo having little other choice issued the command;
Perturabo: Prepare a kill-team for deepstrike, let loose the Terminators. Do not allow those charges to detonate.
Hazel: you're already gonna be too late.
Perturabo: No. If you believe for even a second that you and the curs you call allies that I would not hunt you to the edges of the galaxy for such an atrocity then you are sorely mistaken.
Hazel: all that talk from someone who hasn't even broken my aura!
Perturabo: Then let us change that.
He said charging Hazel as he saw a horrible mark borne on his chest, the arcing electricity from Forge Breaker having burnt away his shirt, he saw the mark of Khorne as the statue sank beneath the ground, Cinder, Raven and Vernal descending alongside it, Cinder having impaled the Harlequin and shattered its mask, Yang following them soon after, Perturabo and Hazel trading blows strong enough to crack ceramite, each held thier ground, as another horrible report flashed in Perturabo vision, total system failure imminent, the Logos, its vox-casters screeching as all its systems crashed one by one, the machine spirit within crying out in agony as cables were torn, armor shattered, systems stuck in feedback loops as they failed, Perturabo heaving one last haymaker alongside Nora using her hammer to send Hazel flying through the door into a group of white fang who converse for half a moment as Perturabo was frozen in place, the Logos having completely locked down, the machine spirit within nearly dead as one last report echoed through faling vox;
Iron Blood: Be warned: a warp Signature is rapidly approaching your position.
And his world went dark as thunder shook the earth, three drop pods striking just beyond the walls.
[A/N: I do hate cliffhangers, but this one is sure to entice, anyway, I know that's not how Hazels Sembalnce works, but he also doesn't have the Mark of Khorne in the show so chock it up to Warp Spaghetti and Khornite BS.]
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The Hammer of Remenant
FanfictionPerturabo the hated son find himself sent to another world by a familiar golden glow. I figured The Hammer of Olympia didn't get enough love so here he is in all his grumpy glory.
