"Marionettist" William Wood's thoughts stirred, and his fingers twitched.
The Farseer Puppet raised the Singing Spear high and hurled it with force.
The Hraf Titan swelled abruptly, its form growing to the size of a Warlord-class Titan.
He strode forward and leaped, stepping through the air with a string of psychic detonations.
The silver spear, inlaid with flashing gemstones and engraved with mysterious metalwork, let out a low hum as it shrieked through the air.
The Aeldari Farseer's eyes were deep, and the Singing Spear suddenly changed direction, spinning as it pursued the Hraf Titan.
The Hraf Titan shrank sharply, compressing to the size of a War Hound.
Whoosh!
In that hair's breadth of an instant, the humming psychic spear skimmed past the Hraf Titan's back.
"Aeldari Farseer!" In the Titan's head, the Hraf Pilot's head-tendrils swayed excitedly.
From the Progenitor's web of minds, he had learned that over the long ages, the Aeldari had once been their primary food.
But "not long" before his birth, after most of the Aeldari had fallen, their numbers had become scarce, and the survivors were difficult to hunt, forcing his species to include humans among their prey.
The Hraf Titan abruptly swelled to the size of an Emperor-class Titan. Its psychic shadow covered the entire deck, and a chill spread frost across the long, narrow area three kilometers long and one kilometer wide.
The Honor Guard members tracked the shifting form. Dense barrages, mixed with plasma beams, shot into the swaying body, only to be deflected by overlapping, multifaceted psychic shields.
Green plasma beams refracted and scattered, silently vanishing into the darkness.
Hraf ignored the Shadow of Order. Across his torso, thousands upon thousands of arms rose and fell, and his burning elastic body twisted.
His arms no longer moved with the supernatural