His battle fury taking him, the Khornate berserker cleaves through the pathetic servants of the Corpse Emperor. This hive world belongs to the Dark Gods now. The only thing that remains is to slaughter the last of the mewling peasants. This is the moment he relishes most, watching them as they despair before the blade of his axe tears them apart. The cultists are already preparing the rituals to bring this world into the warp, ensuring that a Daemon planet shall form.
"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!" He screams at the top of his lungs.
"Oi, can you keep it down please?" The chaos marine stands still for a moment, unable to comprehend the completely disinterested tone of whoever was speaking.
"COME OUT, RAT! I WILL CLEAVE YOU IN TWO AND-"
"I said keep it down." The owner of the voice steps out from an adjacent building. Once again, the chaos space marine is at a loss for himself. An ordinary looking, bald man looks at him with complete apathy. Even more bizarre is his attire, styled in a manner that the chaos space marine has never seen on a hive world before.
"YOUR COURAGE AMUSES ME! BUT I AM A CHAMPION OF KHORNE HIMSELF!"
"Don't you ever get tired of shouting? You're going to hurt your throat if you keep doing that."
This strange hive worlder's complete lack of fear begins to make the marine irritated.
"ENOUGH!" He swings his axe, eager to be rid of this annoyance. His axe connects, and...
There was a sound at first. A sonic boom as something displaces the air so quickly that it caused a roar to echo through the whole area. Bits of scrap metal and gore rain down from the sky. The hive worlder stands there, one arm extended, completely unharmed. Only a couple of red stains on the ground indicate that the marine ever existed at all.
"Hopefully the weather gets better soon..." The hive worlder mumbles as he looks at the crackling, warp-infused skies above him.