Twisting her forelocks, Traitoria, or otherwise known as 'The Artoria That Remained', walked down the dark alleyway, her grin maniacal. "Well, well, well, seems to me that someone from the cesspool that is the Warhammer40K-Verse has come here, ain't that right, Roboute Guilliman...?"
Clutching his sword tighter than ever, Guilliman, the Avenging Son of the Emperor, drew his gaze sharper than ever:
For standing in front of him was no mere woman, but someone who has been corrupted by the Warp itself
"Woman, or whatever you may be called, heed my warning and stay back, lest you be annihilated by the sword in my hands..."
Looking at the sword, Traitoria couldn't help but laugh, her smile spreading from ear to ear. "Well, ain't that cute~ Now you see, while that sword sure can 'kill' me, with your puny power, it can at most make me lose an arm. Killing me? Only someone as capable as the being you call Father, or even Malcador, could have the possibility to banish me back to the Throne of Heroes. What makes you, the 'Psykic Muggle', think you can kill me? Oh wait, seems to me that you haven't met my Master yet, have you...?"
Emerging from the shadow of the very scandalously dressed woman (yes, she's 35, not 15, you bunch of degens!) was a 10-year-old blonde girl, wearing a very antiquated witch's hat, wielding a comically misshapen wand(?). She looked at Traitoria, asking her who her enemy was. "Big sister, is he the one who harmed you all those years ago...?"
Smirking, she cooed to the child about who Guilliman was. "No, dearie, he ain't, but he is one of the very detestable minions of hiM. Please, grant me your blessings...
Master"
Shit!
Swinging his sword high, Roboute Guilliman, Lord of the Thirteenth Legion, charged into battle, wielding the mighty Sword of the Emperor.
"For the Emperor!"
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Watching the screen, Marneus Calgar couldn't help but feel his two hearts clench. Displayed in front of him was their father, Roboute Guilliman, fighting against a comically small girl. Yet against all odds...
They were fighting as equals
Cling...
Clang...
Shphew...
With each strike, the small midget's sword strikes perfectly parried Guilliman's strikes, not with sheer logic, but pure instinct. Cato Sicarius couldn't help but acknowledge the young lass who was fighting their gene-sire, every strike beautiful beyond nature. But still, this was war, and like all wars, their enemy needs to be defeated for them to emerge victorious.
And he was proven not wrong long after
Seeing the slight deviation in her thrust, Guilliman's Excel-like eyes caught wind of the flaw. Igniting the sword with the heat of a thousand suns, he swung it down, intending to vaporise her into ashes, just like the fell Daemons of the Warp...
And that was when she gave the widest smile anyone could give
Wait, where is the little girl!?
"MASTER, NOW!!!"
Suddenly, a gigantic shadow fell over Guilliman:
A 5 m pink teddy bear could be seen hovering over the stunned Primarch, its sharp teeth grinning wildly at its 'prey'
"Go get it, Fuzzby! Help big sis Artoria and defeat the evil demon in front of her!"
Guiiliman swung his sword at it, plunging its entirety into the bear's belly, only to have the flames smother out in an instant.
What!?
Thwack!
Receiving a full roundhouse to his face, Guilliman was punched straight into a wall, crushing through two houses before he stopped (thank goodness they were all abandoned - wonder why). Coughing out chunks of brick, he felt something cool flowing down his brows. Wiping it with his fingers, the Ultramarines saw their beloved gene-sire wounded, for the first time after his resurrection. Metaurus couldn't help but clench his fists in anger, angry that he could only watch as the corrupted tool inched closer and closer, on the verge of killing Lord Guilliman. Just as Guilliman was about to return back into another stasis-sleep, a soft sound was heard coming from the back...
Pew...
Hitting the girl squarely on her shoulder, the bullet, somehow, without any blessing from a techpriest, created a miniaturised real-space singularity, causing the little turd of a Psyker (for that is how they perceive her as) to lose all her powers, and turn the bear into a ball of trash.
"Hey Saber, last time I checked, you didn't blackmail kids to do your bidding..."
Stepping out of the shadows, Emiya Kiritsugu came out smoking his favourite cigarette, holding his Thompson Contender pistol, still smoking from the barrel...