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power　of　the　winds　to　propel　them　across　the　ice　flow。　These　were　not　touching　the　ground　at　all；
but　hovered　two　metres　above　the　ground；　and　slid　forward　with　phenomenal　speed。
Another　lance　of　dark　light　stabbed　from　one　of　the　vehicles；　striking　one　of　the　daemonic　Space
Marines’　battle　tanks；　which　exploded　spectacularly；　the　immense　fireball　throwing　the　shattered
vehicle　high　into　the　air。
Dark　figures　leapt　from　the　sides　of　the　skiffs。　Somersaulting　from　the　decks　and　landing
effortlessly　on　the　ground；　they　began　running　lightly　towards　the　Space　Marines。
“Ghosts；”　breathed　Dios；　his　eyes　wide　with　fear　and　panic。
Grabbing　the　boy　around　the　waist；　Solon　lifted　him　and　ran。
Burias…Drak’shal　pushed　himself　to　his　knees；　growling　and　spitting。　The　shot　had　gone　clear
through　him；　passing　between　his　hip　and　the　base　of　his　fused　ribcage；　leaving　a　gaping　aperture　of
weeping　flesh　and　internal　organs　exposed　to　the　air。　Already　his　enhanced；　daemonically　infused
physiology　was　sealing　the　wound；　his　blood　flow　clotting　and　his　flesh　beginning　to　re…knit；　but　it
would　take　some　time　before　he　was　fully　healed；　and　no　amount　of　healing　could　repair　his
sundered　power　armour。
Pushing　himself　to　his　feet；　Burias…Drak’shal　hissed　in　pain　and　staggered；　falling　back　to　his
knees　before　once　again　rising。　All　thought　of　the　pair　of　humans　was　gone；　and　he　scanned　the
landscape；　focusing　on　the　dark　shapes　of　the　eldar　as　they　darted　towards　his　comrades。
Wincing　in　pain；　the　icon　bearer　began　to　stagger　back　towards　the　shuttle；　when　his　enhanced
senses　picked　up　a　familiar　scent　on　the　air。　He　threw　himself　forward　into　a　roll　as　he　registered　the
appearance　of　the　shadow…eldar　behind　him；　and　came　up　facing　the　being；　teeth　bared。
That　the　creature　was　of　eldar　origin　was　clear；　for　its　frame　was　tall　and　slight；　its　limbs　long
and　elegant；　but　that　was　where　the　similarities　ended。　Its　skin　was　as　black　as　the　night；　and　runes
of　twisted　eldar　design　were　inscribed　into　its　flesh。　These　runes　glowed　with　cold　light；　pulsing
brightly　as　the　creature　entered　fully　into　the　material　realm。
Burias…Drak’shal　felt　the　power　of　the　warp　within　the　creature；　but　it　was　not　possessed　in　the
same　manner　as　he　was。　It　was　almost　as　if　the　daemon　within　the　eldar　shade　was　at　once　there　and
not　there；　its　will　and　individuality　gone；　but　its　strength　tapped。
The　shadow…eldar　hissed　at　him；　elegant；　alien　features　contorting　to　reveal　an　array　of　small；
sharp　teeth；　and　its　milky；　elongated　eyes；　shockingly　white　against　its　black　skin；　flashed　its
murderous　intent　a　fraction　before　it　moved。
The　creature　disappeared；　leaving　a　smoky　outline　in　its　wake；　before　it　reappeared　beside
Burias…Drak’shal；　the　blades　emerging　from　the　back　of　its　forearms　slashing　towards　his　wounded
side。
Burias…Drak’shal　was　ready　for　it　this　time；　swinging　his　arm　around　in　a　brutal　arc　that　would
have　decapitated　the　slender　eldar　had　its　reflexes　been　less　than　preternatural。　It　swayed　backwards
from　the　blow；　the　possessed　Word　Bearer’s　talons　passing　just　centimetres　from　its　face。
Burias…Drak’shal　pushed　his　advantage；　throwing　a　stabbing　blow　towards　the　eldar’s　torso；
seeking　to　rip　its　heart　from　its　chest。　The　shade　threw　itself　backwards　and　disappeared　again；　only
to　reappear　to　the　icon　bearer’s　left；　and　the　twin　blades　protruding　from　the　back　of　its　arm　stabbed
deep　into　his　body。　The　blades　of　its　other　arm　slashed　across　his　pauldron；　slicing　monomolecular
cuts　through　his　power　armour　and　drawing　blood　from　his　bicep。
Burias…Drak’shal　snarled　and　spun；　lashing　out　at　the　shadow…eldar；　but　his　claws　merely　passed
through　a　dark　mist　as　the　creature　leapt　away　once　more。　It　reentered　the　material　plane　to　his　other
side；　its　blades　flashing　again；　and　the　icon　bearer　felt　hot　blood　begin　to　flow　from　another　trio　of
wounds。
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His　anger　grew　as　the　eldar　continued　to　prey　upon　him；　taunting　him　with　its　speed；　and　Burias…
Drak’shal　roared　in　frustration　as　once　again　his　claws　found　nothing　but　air。
For　all　his　anger　he　could　sense　that　there　was　a　pattern　forming　in　the　creature’s　attacks。　It
attacked　and　jumped　away；　always　moving；　and　always　attacking　from　a　different　angle。
As　the　shade　disappeared　once　more；　Burias…Drak’shal　spun　around　on　the　spot；　anticipating
where　its　next　attack　would　come　from　and　lashing　out。　The　eldar　appeared　where　he　had　expected；
and　even　its　alien　speed　and　reflexes　were　not　up　to　avoiding　the　icon　bearer’s　pre…emptive　strike。
Burias…Drak’shal’s　talons　closed　around　the　slender　eldar　neck；　and　he　pulled　the　creature
sharply　towards　him；　throwing　it　off　balance。
“Got　you；”　growled　Burias…Drak’shal；　pulling　the　alien　straight　onto　his　rising　knee；　which
thundered　into　the　creature’s　sternum。
Burias…Drak’shal　grinned　as　he　felt　the　bones　and　tendons　under　his　grip　strain；　and　he　clubbed
the　creature　in　the　back　of　its　head　as　it　bent　over　double。　It　was　slammed　to　the　ground；　and　Burias…
Drak’shal　followed　it　down；　driving　his　knee　into　the　small　of　the　eldar’s　back。
Burias…Drak’shal　pulled　his　right　hand　back；　and　thrust　down　with　all　his　enhanced　might；
seeking　to　drive　his　talons　through　the　back　of　the　creature’s　skull。
It　disappeared　from　beneath　him；　his　talons　spearing　deep　into　the　ice；　and　the　icon　bearer
snarled　in　frustration。
Flicking　his　head　to　the　side；　he　saw　that　his　brother　warriors　had　been　engaged　by　the　bulk　of
the　eldar　raiding　force；　and　with　a　hiss　he　began　loping　painfully　towards　the　escalating　battle。
Baranov　could　barely　contain　his　satisfaction　as　he　hauled　the　bay　doors　of　the　Rapture　open　and　the
pompous；　condescending　elite　of　Perdus　Skylla　gaped　in　horror。
Eldar　warriors　were　standing　just　outside　the　bay　doors　of　the　Rapture。　Several　of　the　courtesans
screamed；　while　others　whimpered　in　terror　or　merely　gaped　and　soiled　themselves。　Baranov
grinned；　and　stepped　to　the　side。
A　screaming　woman　was　dragged　from　the　shuttle　by　her　hair；　and　the　remaining　high…ranking
guilders　shrank　back；　only　to　be　pushed　forward　by　Baranov’s　burly　crew　members。
Chuckling；　Baranov　swung　away　from　the　spectacle。　For　a　moment；　his　gaze　was　drawn　towards
the　shimmering　integrity　field　that　covered　the　yawning　docking　bay。　It　was　almost　imperceptible　to
the　naked　eye；　looking　as　though　nothing　separated　the　inside　of　the　ship　and　the　vacuum　of　space；
and　it　always　made　him　feel　slightly　uneasy；　as　if　he　would　be　sucked　out　into　the　void　at　any
moment。
Ikorus　Baranov　stepped　back　alongside　the　dark　eldar　lord’s　proxy；　his　arms　folded　across　his
chest　as　the　wailing；　weeping　guilders　and　their　lovers　were　led　away　in　glimmering　manacles　that
crackled　with　energy。　He　had　never　learnt　the　name　of　the　eldar　pirate；　nor　that　of　his　representative。
Not　that　it　mattered；　he　thought。　He　would　be　unlikely　to　be　able　to　pronounce　it　anyway。
“You　have　done　well　for　me　these　past　months；”　said　the　eldar；　his　voice　as　smooth　as　velvet。
The　eldar　spoke　a　curious　form　of　Low　Gothic；　his　pronunciation　pitch　perfect；　but　with　a　strangely
singsong　inflection。
“I　am　glad　that　your　lord　has　been　pleased　with　my　deliveries；”　replied　Baranov；　trying　to　keep
his　voice　calm。　In　truth；　the　eldar　terrified　him；　but　they　paid　well。　“That　will　be　the　last　of　them；
I’m　afraid。　I　won’t　risk　another　run；　not　with　the　tyranids　so　close。”
Baranov　flashed　a　glance　at　the　eldar’s　face；　trying　to　read　him。　Normally　a　good　judge　of
character；　he　found　it　galling　that　he　could　not　gauge　the　eldar’s　emotions　in　the　slightest。　Never
again　will　I　work　with　xenos；　he　thought；　though　he　knew　as　soon　as　he　thought　it　that　it　was　a　lie。
“The…　what　do　you　call　them？　Tyranids？”　said　the　eldar。　Baranov　nodded。
“Your　pronunciation　is　perfect；”　commented　Baranov。　The　eldar　stared　at　him　for　a　moment；　and
he　felt　himself　shrink　under　his　unfathomable　gaze。
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“The　tyranids　might　well　exterminate　all　of　the　lesser　races；　in　time；”　said　the　eldar　casually。
“They　are　a　menace；”　agreed　Baranov；　unsure　where　the　conversation　was　leading；　and
uncomfortable　making　small　talk　with　the　deadly　eldar　lord。
“If　all　of　your　k