Space Marine in Star Wars

===Raxor===

With a grunt, Sebastian lifted the blue and gold-clad sorcerer off the ground and charged toward the nearest wall. He crashed through it with devastating force, sending debris scattering in every direction. But the Chaos Sorcerer was not easily overwhelmed. His psychic powers flared as he twisted and wrenched himself free, rising like a shadow among the chaos.

Raxor quickly followed, his heavy bolter at the ready, but his eyes narrowed as they stepped into the vast, strange chamber. The air crackled with an eerie energy, charged with unnatural power. Towering blue pillars of light pulsed rhythmically, stretching up into the shadows, while narrow bridges of metal spanned between them. The room was cavernous and disorienting, like a labyrinth of light and shadow—perfect for a battle of fates.

The sorcerer stood in the center of the room, his blue and golden armor shimmering with arcane energy. His optics gleamed with malevolent intent as he surveyed his opponents. The blue glow from the energy pillars bathed his form in an ethereal light, warping and shifting as the energy from the Warp seeped through his veins.

"You think you can defeat me?" the sorcerer hissed, his voice dripping with scorn. "I command the very fabric of the universe, and you are nothing but insects."

Sebastian tightened his grip on his power sword and raised his shield, its surface etched with runes of protection. The Black Templar's gaze was unwavering. He'd heard the taunts of traitors and heretics before, and they would not sway him now.

"Your gods are powerless here," Sebastian replied, his voice cold and steady. "Only the Emperor's wrath will prevail."

The sorcerer raised his hand, and the pillars of blue light around them flared with explosive energy. In an instant, the room was alive with the hum of psychic force, a blinding glow filling the chamber as a bolt of Warp lightning shot from the sorcerer's hand, arcing directly toward Sebastian and Raxor.

Sebastian reacted instinctively, raising his shield just as the energy struck it with violent force. The impact rattled his frame, pushing him back on his heels, but his stance remained unbroken. The shield sparked and crackled under the strain, but Sebastian held his ground, gritting his teeth as the blast reverberated through his armor.

Raxor, with the speed of a seasoned warrior, darted from the side, his heavy bolter roaring to life. The rounds tore through the air toward the sorcerer, but the Chaos Astartes was already weaving through the Warp. With a subtle gesture, the sorcerer deflected the incoming shots, twisting the projectiles in midair until they exploded harmlessly against the walls of the chamber.

The sorcerer smirked, his voice dripping with malice. "Fools."

But Sebastian was undeterred. He charged forward, his power sword crackling with deadly energy. As he closed the distance, the sorcerer's smile widened under his helmet, and with a flick of his wrist, he summoned another blast of psychic force, sending it crashing into the ground at Sebastian's feet.

The room itself seemed to buckle under the pressure, the very floor beneath them shifting and warping. Sebastian grunted as he was thrown off balance, the ground beneath him buckling as though it were made of sand. He staggered but didn't fall, his resolve steeling as he fought against the oppressive psychic force.

Raxor's eyes narrowed as he scanned the battlefield. He spotted a narrow bridge connecting two towering pillars of blue energy—an opening, a chance to strike.

"Sebastian, move!" he shouted.

Sebastian recovered his footing just in time to see Raxor sprint across the narrow bridge, his heavy bolter in hand. The Salamander's figure blurred with speed as he closed the distance toward the sorcerer, the weight of his bolter giving him a steady focus.

The sorcerer twisted, his hand raising as though to meet Raxor's advance. But Raxor was too quick. With a burst of speed, he leapt over a gap in the bridge, his knife gleaming in the eerie light, aiming for the sorcerer's exposed flank.

The sorcerer reacted instantly, a bolt of Warp lightning arcing from his palm to strike Raxor mid-air. The Salamander was thrown backward with a deafening crack of energy, his body crashing into one of the glowing blue pillars. Sparks flew as his power armor absorbed the brunt of the damage, but Raxor groaned in pain, still able to push himself back to his feet.

"I will break you, Salamander," the sorcerer taunted, his voice filled with cold amusement.

But Sebastian would not let his brother fall. With a roar, he surged forward once again, his power sword raised high. As he closed the distance, he leapt across the gap to the nearest bridge, his shield held before him like a battering ram. The ground beneath him shook, the blue pillars flickering and twisting as though responding to the violence of the battle.

The sorcerer's eyes widened as Sebastian surged forward with a fury that could not be stopped. He raised his hand, summoning a violent storm of psychic energy. A wave of Warp power crackled from his palm, ready to tear through the Black Templar with devastating force.

But Sebastian was prepared.

With a roar, the Black Templar lifted his shield high, catching the torrent of psychic power with a brilliant flash of energy. The air around him screamed as the force of the Warp collided with the shield's reinforced surface. The sheer impact hurled Sebastian off the bridge entirely, sending him spiraling through the air.

His body slammed into another bridge below, the metal groaning beneath his weight. The shock of the impact rattled his bones, but he rolled instinctively, quickly regaining his feet as the echoes of the blast reverberated through the chamber. His power sword crackled with the residual energy, but his resolve was unwavering. He would not be defeated.

Raxor, battered but relentless, staggered back onto the narrow bridge, his heavy bolter still at the ready. His eyes locked on the sorcerer, a deep fury burning within him.

"You will pay for that, traitor," Raxor growled, his voice strained but filled with unwavering determination.

The sorcerer sneered, his lips curling beneath his helmet. "Your resolve will not save you."

With a flick of his wrist, the sorcerer summoned a wave of psychic force toward Raxor. The Salamander leapt backward, narrowly avoiding the attack as the bridge beneath him cracked and splintered. He landed on another narrow platform, his bolter roaring as he opened fire once again, but the sorcerer danced through the chaos, twisting and evading with impossible grace. The bullets splintered against the energy pillars or ricocheted harmlessly off the sorcerer's psychic shield.

Sebastian's gaze flickered over to Raxor as the Salamander fought with brutal precision. But Sebastian knew he couldn't afford to wait. He could feel the sorcerer's power building once again, a crushing weight in the air that threatened to choke the very life from the room.

With a grim determination, Sebastian pushed himself to his feet, his shield still intact but scorched, and his power sword crackling with energy. The time for hesitation had passed.

"Stay focused, Raxor," he muttered to himself, before charging forward once again. He leapt across the gap between two bridges, his massive form landing with the force of a thunderclap. He was closing in on the sorcerer now, the distance between them narrowing with each step.

The sorcerer raised his hand, preparing to unleash another deadly psychic strike, but this time, Sebastian was ready. With a battle cry, the Black Templar surged forward, his sword slicing through the air. The sorcerer tried to raise his shield of psychic power, but the force of Sebastian's strike shattered it like glass. Sparks flew as the power sword cut through the sorcerer's psychic defenses, the energy crackling with brutal force.

The sorcerer staggered back, his armored form flickering as the power of the Warp struggled to hold him together. "Impossible!" he hissed, his voice filled with disbelief.

Sebastian's eyes were cold as ice. "Your power is nothing before the Emperor's will."

Before the sorcerer could react, Sebastian lunged forward with a brutal strike, his power sword driving straight into the chaos-warped armor of the sorcerer's chest. The blow pierced deep, the energy of the sword crackling and searing through the sorcerer's defenses.

The sorcerer gasped, his breath ragged as the sword cleaved through his chest. But in a desperate act of fury, he spewed flames from his hands, engulfing the Black Templar in a torrent of searing fire.

Sebastian screamed in pain, but the searing heat only fueled his rage. "Your flames are nothing compared to the fire of my hatred!" he roared, his voice booming with the ferocity of a thousand battles. With a grimace, he ripped his power sword free, the energy of the blade crackling as he swung it down with savage precision, cleaving it deep into the sorcerer's shoulder.

The Chaos Astartes howled in agony, but his expression twisted into one of pure wrath. As the sword tore through his flesh, he unleashed a wave of psychic power, his body writhing with uncontrollable energy. Bolter rounds began to pelt him from the left, the deafening roar of Raxor's heavy bolter cutting through the air, each shot a thunderous boom. But the sorcerer was unstoppable.

A massive surge of warp energy exploded outward, engulfing the room in a violent burst. Sebastian was thrown backward with an explosive force, his body slamming into one of the towering energy pillars. The force of the impact sent shockwaves through the chamber, rattling the walls and sending debris flying. He crumpled to the ground, dazed but determined to rise again.

Raxor, still engaged in his relentless assault, was also struck by the sorcerer's burst of psychic power. The immense force knocked him off his narrow bridge, sending him tumbling through the air. His body crashed into another bridge before slipping off the edge entirely, falling toward the chasm below. His armor scraped along the jagged surface, sparks flying as he barely caught the edge of a ledge just in time to prevent his fall.

Dangling precariously above a sea of darkness, Raxor's breath came in ragged gasps as he fought to maintain his grip. His fingers burned with the strain, the weight of his bolter pulling at him, threatening to drag him down. His heart raced as he held on, refusing to let go. The chaos of the battlefield blurred around him as he focused solely on holding on.

His voice was a low growl of determination. "Not yet."

With every ounce of his strength, Raxor grabbed his knife and cut the heavy bolter free before hoisting himself back up onto the narrow ledge. His fingers dug into the jagged metal as he pulled himself up, gritting his teeth against the searing pain in his arms. They screamed for relief, but he ignored it—there was no time for weakness. His brother needed him.

Meanwhile, Sebastian struggled to push himself to his feet, his body battered from the impact with the pillar. His helmet was broken and melted, burn marks from the sorcerer's flames etched deeply into its surface. He winced, peering out from the shattered side, but his resolve was stronger than ever. The sorcerer would not escape.

With a growl, Sebastian regained his footing, his eyes locking onto the sorcerer, who was still reeling from the wounds inflicted by the two Astartes relentless assault. But even wounded, the Chaos Astartes was dangerous. His power surged, a twisted aura of the Warp radiating from his form as he attempted to regain his composure.

"You cannot win," the sorcerer hissed, his voice echoing with dark power. "The Warp is eternal. You are but a fleeting moment in the grand design."

Sebastian's eyes narrowed, filled with cold fury. "I am the Emperor's wrath made flesh," he snarled. "And I will see you destroyed."

Raxor, now back on his feet, brandished his plasma pistol. The weapon roared to life as he fired, the plasma bolts streaking toward the sorcerer's head. But the Chaos Astartes moved with preternatural speed, flicking his wrist to deflect the rounds, the plasma exploding in mid-air and shattering against the psychic shield the sorcerer had summoned around himself.

Raxor's eyes flashed with determination as he tossed the plasma pistol aside. With a battle cry, he charged forward, his footfalls pounding against the narrow bridge. He leapt from one bridge to the next, crossing the gap with lethal precision before launching himself at the sorcerer, knife in hand.

The sorcerer's eyes flicked toward the incoming assault, and with a wave of his hand, he summoned a psychic barrier to intercept the strike. Raxor's knife met the shield with a resounding crack, but the force of the blow sent shockwaves through the air. Raxor didn't relent, his muscles screaming with the effort as he drove his knife forward again and again, each strike weakening the sorcerer's psychic defense.

But the sorcerer's face twisted into a snarl of pure fury, his gaze flashing with dark power. In a final, desperate attempt, he channeled all of his remaining strength into a devastating psychic blast. The Warp itself seemed to tear open around him as he unleashed a torrent of energy with a scream that echoed through the chamber.

Raxor was caught in the maelstrom.

The psychic force struck him like a thunderclap, throwing him backward with violent speed. His body was wracked with blinding pain as the energy tore through his armor, leaving deep scars in the metal. But it was his left arm that took the full brunt of the attack. The bolt of warp energy disintegrated the limb, shredding bone, flesh, and ceramite in an instant. His scream was cut short as his left arm was reduced to a mangled stump below the elbow, the charred remains of his armor hanging uselessly at his side.

The force of the blast sent him sprawling, crashing against the far side of the room. He hit the ground with a sickening thud, his body skidding across the metal floor. His vision swam with darkness as the pain radiated from his severed arm, the weight of his injury threatening to overwhelm him.

Sebastian's heart froze as he turned to see Raxor crumpled on the ground, his left arm gone at the elbow. Rage exploded within him, a primal fury that drowned out everything else. "Brother!" he roared, his voice thick with anger.

But there was no time to mourn. The sorcerer was recovering, and the moment Sebastian had been waiting for had arrived. His fury drove him forward.

With a growl, Sebastian surged toward the sorcerer, his power sword crackling with bright energy. The sorcerer, still reeling from the attack, raised his hand to conjure another wave of psychic power, but Sebastian was faster.

"Filth!" Sebastian spat, his voice like a storm as he swung his sword with deadly precision. The blade cleaved through the sorcerer's psychic barrier with terrifying ease, and the sorcerer's attempts to shield himself were in vain.

The sword drove deep into the sorcerer's side, cutting through the warp-infused armor and searing flesh beneath. The sorcerer let out a howl of pain as the blade buried itself to the hilt. Sebastian didn't stop. He twisted the sword, ripping it free with brutal force and cleaving downward again, this time aiming for the sorcerer's throat.

The sorcerer tried to retaliate with a burst of psychic energy, but it was too late. Raxor, despite his grievous injury, had struggled to his knees, his remaining hand clutching his combat knife. With a snarl of defiance, Raxor charged, moving on sheer instinct, his remaining strength pushing him forward. He leapt toward the sorcerer, the knife gleaming in his one remaining hand.

But the sorcerer was already crumbling. With a final, anguished scream, the sorcerer's body began to flicker and warp as the power of the Warp unraveled in him. The last vestiges of his dark magic flared out of control, a final burst of destructive energy surging into the air. But the sorcerer's body was already in the process of disintegrating under the sheer force of the attack.

With a sickening crack, the sorcerer's neck snapped beneath the weight of Raxor's and Sebastian's strikes. His head was wrenched back as his body crumpled into a heap on the floor, twitching in the final moments of his demise. The blue and gold armor, once gleaming with unholy power, now lay in ruin, the last remnants of the sorcerer's essence dissipating into the air.

Sebastian stood over him, panting heavily, bloodied and battered, but victorious. His power sword hummed with a low, vibrating energy as it crackled in the silence that followed. The blue pillars flickered and dimmed, the oppressive psychic storm in the chamber dissipating.

Raxor, bloodied, managed to stand next to his brother, gritting his teeth through the pain. His left arm was nothing more than a ruined, blackened stump, but his eyes still burned with defiance.

"Well fought, brother," Raxor said hoarsely, his voice a rasp.

Sebastian nodded grimly, his expression unreadable. "The Emperor's wrath is eternal. And we will see His will done, no matter the cost."

Together, they stood over the sorcerer's broken form, the chaos of the battle still ringing in their ears. The room was now silent, save for the ragged breathing of the two Astartes. The sorcerer's threat had been extinguished, but there was still much to do.

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