Castevedian Eliminator

Death surrounded the Eliminator. His comrades had already fallen by the hands of their mark. A horrendous beastman, known as a Hellcaller due to their diabolical power. A savage brute that had ravaged the ranks of the Revenant Legion, leaving countless men charred beyond recognition. The Eliminator’s breath was steady, as he skulked through the deep woods of the Palmlands. A man that, despite being fully clad in heavy plate, moved with deafening silence.   His target was impossible to miss, as heat waves ripped the air around the satyr. The creature lavished in solitude, its teeth ripping skin and flesh from a severed human arm, as they gorged themselves on the limbs of a legionary.   The man remained unfazed in spite of his odds. As the elite of the third legions sharpshooters, he would live and die by his creed. He held his block rifle down against a nearby rock. Hooking the attachable axe into the hard surface to stabilize his aim when lining up the shot. The ironsight focused in on the Hellcaller’s centre mass, as the Eliminator squeezed the trigger.   The bullet intersected with flaming steel, as the satyr swept past the shoulder of the Eliminator with blinding speed. The ringing sound of clashing metal met with the scent of blood, as the hardened soldier's mask was torn in half.   A grave visage defiantly stared at the creature, as blood pooled from the Eliminators cheek. The twin axes of the beastman followed up the lightning strike, but were met with a block from the rifle’s haft. With a cloven kick to his gut, the man was sent reeling back with his teeth gritted. Caught off balance, he spun on the balls of his feet and narrowly swatted away another burning hack with his wrist bracer. A slash from the second axe then drew a cry of agony from the Eliminator, as his dented plate now pressed into his side.   His breath was hoarse and ragged from the blow, and his sight clouded from the pain - yet only a primal instinct was stirred within the Eliminator. He could taste the blood of his morality, as it was coughing up from his lungs. With a gurgling roar he spat the gore out and rammed his shoulder into the satyr. Forcing the larger creature back with brute rage as he hewed the axe-rifle overhead and broke down the Hellcaller’s cross-block. Despite the lack of air entering his lungs, adrenaline pushed him into a furious series of side to side sweeping strikes. Suppressing the Hellcaller into a flurry of backpedaling parries.   The exposed eye of the Eliminator glowered with hate, as the Beastman stomped their hoof into the ground. A boiling tremor burst from the earth and scorched the Casteviedan man’s armour, while the quakes threatened to cast him onto his back. The executioner's cleave then fell as the Hellcaller struck - aiming for the bloodied man’s neck.   Reflexes had already taken over, as the Eliminator heaved the butt of the rifle up and broke off the killing blow by crushing satyr's wrist. The retaliation was merciless as he thrusted the stock into the ribs of the bastard. The veins on his throat now pulsed frantically as the Eliminator bared reddened teeth and bellowed out a cry of havoc. Throwing his entire weight in a senseless one-handed carve with the firearm’s ax-attachment. Cleanly severing the satyr's skull from his shoulders. The man’s cape now blew with the wind towards the fallen Hellcaller. Rifle held in a shaken hand - like a reaper of souls awaiting the impact, as the corpse crashed into the ground.