"Slaanesh's gonna die. I said so. The rest of you, go find somewhere else to cool off." After leaving her with those words, Boss Slick paid no more attention to Yvraine or the Reaper Host.
The replica of the Key of Truth shattered before Boss Slick, and a path made of light appeared beneath his feet. Clearing every thought from his mind, Slick stepped onto his own path. He was going to kill Slaanesh.
Above the battlefield where Slaanesh fought Forgefiend Nurgle, a rift opened in the sky. Boss Slick leaped down, clad in battered armor with a huge iron hammer strapped to his back.
The shock wave from his landing crushed nearly half the Garden of Nurgle. His murderous gaze fixed on the rapidly spinning Slaanesh.
Under that stare, Slaanesh slowed down. The purple whirlwind vanished, and the male and female Slaanesh glared back without fear.
The forgefiend armor covering Nurgle began to disintegrate. Now that Boss Slick had arrived, Vashtorr had fulfilled his promise to help by fighting Slaanesh.
Vashtorr had given an honest effort in that fight, losing plenty of divine power. There was no reason to keep fighting. His relationship with Boss Slick was hardly a good one.
Sensing Forgefiend's departure, Slaanesh laughed happily. Even against two greater gods working together, Slaanesh had fought them to almost a draw. Surely one greater god and one demigod would be an easy victory?
Boss Slick shifted his gaze and met Nurgle's eyes. They seemed to exchange something.
Nurgle's body rapidly swelled, turning from a huge fat man into an enormous balloon. With a boom, the balloon exploded. All manner of filth inside it filled the entire space, splattering everywhere.
That filth formed a barrier, reinforcing the space and making escape extraordinarily difficult.
Slaanesh's smile froze. A trace of