discarded the spent sickle…clip； and rammed another into place。
“Jetbikes；” warned Kol Badar； and again the rapidly moving vehicles screamed out of the
darkness of the north passage。 The heavy weapons of Namar…sin’s Havocs roared； and two of the
accelerating bikes were taken down； one as a gout of hot plasma turned its elongated faring molten；
and another as heavy bolter rounds ripped through its drive mechanics。 The bike struck by the heavy
plasma gun struck the floor； nose first； and flipped end over end； sending its rider flying。 The other
bike veered sharply to the left； spinning uncontrollably and impacted with the tunnel wall；
disintegrating in a shower of sparks and flame。
Then the other bikes were screaming through the main access tunnel； banking sharply as they
roared overhead。 A shower of splinter…fire raced along the floor and peppered one of the Anointed；
but the Terminator…armoured warrior brother stood against the fire pelting him like a man bracing
himself against the wind。 His twin…linked bolters roared； ripping head…sized chunks from the front of
one of the bikes； but it did not fall； and continued to slice through the air in tight formation with its
peers。
Marduk and the warrior brothers of the 13th were caught with their backs vulnerable to attack
from the bikes； and they spun around and unleashed the fury of their bolters。
One of Sabtec’s warriors was caught in the fire of two bikes； and though the splinters could not
fully penetrate his thick armour； dozens of the cruel barbs sank through the gaps between the plates
of his Mark IV armour； and he fell without a sound。 Splinters had pierced the small gap between his
breastplate and his helmet； filling his throat with slivers of metal； and two other splinters shattered
his left eye lens； driving into his brain。
Another bike was brought crashing down by the combined fire of the 13th； and Marduk blew the
head off another rider with a carefully aimed shot of his bolt pistol。 The headless rider was ripped
from the saddle of his bike and hurled backwards； and Marduk threw himself into a roll as the
riderless bike speared towards him； skimming across the surface of the floor like a stone hurled
across still water。
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The bike smashed into the remnants of the mined Imperial armoured vehicle that Marduk had
been crouching behind； the force of the impact spinning it sideways。 The last bike was gone；
screaming away into the distance as its rider accelerated。
A flurry of splinters struck him in the back； and Marduk was knocked forwards as he rose。 He
cursed； and pushed himself to his feet； swinging around and firing in one motion。 With satisfaction；
he saw the frail chest of one of the advancing black armoured eldar explode as the mass…reactive tip
of the bolt…round detonated。
“Thirteenth； advance on me；” roared Marduk； having had enough of cowering in cover。
Burias hissed in hatred as the last remaining jetbike banked around once more； chased by bolter
rounds that pinged off the debris scattered around the access tunnel。 It moved so fast that it was little
more than a shadowy blur； and he narrowed his eyes and allowed the daemon Drak’shal to rear up
within him。
The eldar vehicle speared through the air like a dart； jinking around the burnt…out hulls of
Imperial vehicles； dodging the blanket of incoming fire。
It straightened and gunned its engines； accelerating directly towards Burias…Drak’shal and
Magos Darioq； who stood immobile behind him； apparently unconcerned by the carnage。
The cannons； under…slung beneath the chassis of the jetbike； roared； spitting a stream of splinters
towards the possessed warrior； but he was already moving； springing into the air； the heavy icon of
the Host held in one hand as if it weighed nothing at all。
The fire of the jetbike’s cannons flashed towards Darioq； but a glowing sphere of light
surrounded him； and they rebounded off the energy barrier to leave him unscathed。
Burias…Drak’shal leapt over the elegantly tapering faring of the jetbike； his taloned hand locking
around the eldar rider’s throat and ripping him from his saddle。 The riderless bike veered sharply
and flipped； exploding against the tunnel wall as Burias…Drak’shal landed in a crouch； the eldar
warrior helpless in his grasp。
Lifting the eldar as if he was a child； Burias…Drak’shal slammed its head into a corner of scrap
metal； once part of an Imperial vehicle。 Its head splattered； the frail skull splintering like porcelain。
“Weakling thing；” commented Burias…Drak’shal； flicking the corpse away from him。
A blade rammed into his back； and Burias…Drak’shal roared in anger and pain。 The blade was
wrenched agonisingly against his spine and he twisted； swinging the icon around in a lethal arc。
The blow didn’t hit anything； indeed； there did not seem to be anything behind him。 With his
witch…sight； he registered a shadowy shape in the corner of his vision； and then twisted away as a
blade stabbed towards him once again； putting some space between him and his nigh…on invisible
assailant。
His eyes narrowed as they locked on a lean； ghostlike figure。 It became visible for a second；
taunting him； and he saw a slim figure； its skin as black as pitch； with arcane sigils cut into its flesh。
Its eyes were milky white； with no pupils； and it snarled at him； exposing a maw filled with tiny；
barbed teeth。
Then the figure was nothing more than a shadow again； a vague ghostly shape that surged
towards him in a blur of motion。 Burias…Drak’shal swung his icon like a hammer； the spiked tip
humming as it arced through the air。 The shadow…creature ducked beneath the blow and came up
inside his guard； and Burias…Drak’shal hissed in pain as a blade rammed into his side。
Burias…Drak’shal connected with a heavy backhand blow that sent the shadow…creature tumbling
backwards。 It came to rest on all fours； and its form once more became visible as it snarled up at him
in hatred。 Then it was gone； disappearing into thin air as if a veil had been drawn over it。
Burias…Drak’shal experienced an unfamiliar emotion： unease。
The creature had seemed at once familiar and alien。 He thought he had scented the power of the
warp within its being； but the creature had been no daemon； nor truly one of the possessed。
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His slit eyes flicked from side to side； wary for another sudden attack； but none came。 He
slammed the butt of his icon into the floor； cracking the plascrete platform； and roared his defiance。
Marduk heard the roar； but pushed it out of his mind as he drew his chainsword； feeling the ecstatic
bond as the daemon weapon melded with him。 Thorns in the hilt burrowed into the flesh of his palm
through the plugs in his gauntlet； and he surged towards the eldar warriors。
The disciplined warriors of the 13th coterie responded instantly to his rallying cry； rising from
cover with bolters thumping。 They began to advance on the enemy； bearing down on them； moving
in two unstoppable phalanxes； the zones of their fire…arcs overlapping。
Each of the coteries had been joined by one of the Anointed； and these behemoths of muscle and
metal stomped forwards； shaking off the fire directed against them and snapping off bursts from
their twin…linked bolters。
The closest enemy was less than twenty metres away； and still； foolishly Marduk thought；
advancing towards the Word Bearers。
“Slaughter the unbelievers！” roared Marduk； breaking into a run； his bolt pistol bucking in his
hands as he fired。
The warriors of the 13th moved up in support； snapping off shots as they bore down on the
enemy。
Marduk saw two of the enemy ripped apart by bolt fire。 One…bolt round detonated in the
shoulder of one of the eldar figures； ripping its arm clear in a spray of blood； and another was torn in
two as a burst of fire caught it in its slender midsection。
A spray of splinters embedded themselves in Marduk’s chest plate； but he did not slow his
charge； and pumped another burst of shots towards a pair of eldar raiders。 Displaying inhuman
speed； they darted to the side and his shots went wide； ripping chunks out of the wall。
He roared his hatred as he closed on one of the eldar； and swung his chainsword in a murderous
arc that would have cleaved the frail warrior in two had it connected。 The eldar swayed under the
blow with a speed that； for all his Astartes genetic coding and training； made Marduk feel slow and
awkward； and slashed a groove across Marduk’s thigh with the curving bayonet blade beneath the
barrel of its rifle。
The blade bit into his flesh； and Marduk hissed in anger。 He threw a backhanded slash towards
the eldar’s midsection； the hungry teeth of his chainsword whirring madly。 The black…armoured
figure dodged backwards； the very tip of the chainsword scant centimetres from its belly； and
stabbed with the tip of its blade towards Marduk’s throat。
The First Acolyte twisted his body as the blade darted towards him； and its length sank into his
shoulder plate。 Punching with his right hand； which held his bolt pistol； Marduk snapped the blade
off； leaving the tip embedded in his armour。 Dropping his shoulder； he threw himself forward；
slamming into the frail xenos warrior even as it tried to sidestep。
The force of the blow shattered the eldar’s chest； and Marduk bore it to the ground。 He smashed
the pommel of his chainsword into the raider’s face； driving it downwards like a blunt dagger；
smashing the faceplate of its helmet into splinters and pulverising its skull。
Rising； his chest heaving； Marduk grunted as a blade stabbed into his side； sliding between his
armour plates and burying itself deep in his flesh。 Dropping his bolt pistol； he grabbed the arm of his
attacker； crushing the slender bones of its forearm。 It struggled to get away from him； but his grip
was like iron； keeping it pinned in place； and he hacked his chainsword into its neck。
Whirring teeth shredded through black armour and blood began to spray as Marduk forced the
weapon into the alien’s body。 It ripped through tightly bound muscle and sinew； and tore apart the
delicate vertebrae of the eldar’s neck。 With a heavy kick； Marduk sent the dead eldar flying away
from him； and dropped to one knee to retrieve his bolt pistol。
Hefting the