![]() ![]() Lorgar’s scions were little different to the true daemons in what they gave him – brief visions of eternal torment, wrapped up in archaic religious ciphers and a kind of perpetually forced ecstasy. His spear slammed and cut, parried and blocked, an eye-blink ahead of the lesser blades, a sliver firmer and more lethal in its trajectory, until black blood was thrown up around it in thick flurries and the lens-fire in the Word Bearers’ helms died out, one by one.Īfterwards, Valdor withdrew, breathing heavily, taking a moment to absorb the visions he had been gifted with each kill. The gap between the fighters was small, but it remained unbridgeable. ![]() They were always just a semi-second too slow, a fraction too predictable. Long talons nearly pulled him down, ripe to be trodden into the mire under the choreo graphed stamp of bronze-chased boots.īut not quite. A fanged axe-edge nearly plunged into his chest. A poisoned gladius nearly caught his neck. The combined blades danced, snickering in and out of one another’s path as if in some rehearsed ritual of dance-murder, all with the dull gold of the lone Custodian at its centre. He raced straight into the heart of them, lashing out with his spear, slicing clean through corrupted ceramite. Nine curved blades flickered into guard, nine genhanced bodies made ready to take him down. For all that, they were still warriors, and they detected Valdor’s presence soon enough. They were engorged with their veil-drawn power, sick on it, their blades running with new-cut fat and their belts hung with severed scalps. Their cantrips stank and pulsed around them, making the natural air recoil and mist shred itself into appalled ribbons. Their armour was carved with words of power, decorated with the bones and the flesh of those they had slain, their helms deformed into outstretched maws, or serpent’s mouths, or the leer of some Neverborn warp prince. “He soon laid eyes on the enemy again – warriors of Lorgar’s Legion, advancing through the unnatural dusk with raw confidence, surrounded by the spectral flicker of half-instantiated daemonkind. ![]()
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