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any　more；　for　the　raiders　were　toying　with　the　man；　but　he　found　that　he　couldn’t　look　away。
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Again；　the　bike　came　out　of　nowhere；　and　Cholos　fell　with　a　scream　as　one　of　his　hamstrings
was　slashed。　He　couldn’t　rise　from　that　blow；　but　still　he　tried　to　escape；　crawling　forward
desperately；　leaving　a　trail　of　blood　in　the　snow。
Once　more；　the　bike　appeared；　but　this　time　it　slowed　as　it　approached　him；　dropping　its　speed
with　remarkable　swiftness。　It　hovered　in　the　air　alongside　Cholos　as　he　tried　vainly　to　stand。　The
rider　of　the　anti…grav　vehicle　was　garbed　in　a　skin…tight　glossy　black　suit　with　bladed　plates　of
armour　over　its　chest　and　shoulders；　and　a　long　topknot　of　blood…red　hair　streamed　from　the　back　of
its　elongated　helmet。
The　gleaming；　blade…like　bike　sank　towards　the　ground；　and　the　rider　reached　out　and　grabbed
Cholos　by　the　scruff　of　his　undershirt。　Then　the　bike　accelerated　sharply；　and　Cholos　was　dragged
behind　it；　his　legs　smacking　into　the　ground　every　ten　metres。　He　was　dropped　unceremoniously　in
front　of　the　waiting　pair　of　reavers；　and　the　bike　zoomed　off　into　the　storm　once　more。
The　pair　of　reavers　laughed　again；　and　dragged　Cholos　away。　It　was　the　last　time　that　Solon
would　ever　see　him；　and　he　knew　that　the　image　of　the　terrified　man；　covered　in　blood　and　with　both
legs　twisted　horribly　beneath　him　would　be　ingrained　in　his　mind　until　his　dying　day。
Horrified　and　sick　to　his　stomach；　Solon　slunk　backwards　into　the　concealing　darkness；　dragging
the　boy　Dios　with　him。　They　cowered　in　the　darkness　behind　the　shadow　of　one　of　the　main　drivewheels
of　the　tracked　crawler。　Solon　didn’t　know　how　long　they　hid　there；　but　for　the　first　time　since
he　was　a　child　he　prayed。
Marduk　grunted　as　a　line　of　splinters　struck　his　left　shoulder　plate；　embedding　deep　into　the
ceramite…plasteel　alloy；　but　not　penetrating。　He　replied　with　three　quick　shots　of　his　bolt　pistol
before　ducking　back　into　cover　as　more　fire　was　directed　towards　him。　With　a　practiced　flick；　he
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