"Human? No—"
"You're an Astartes?!"
Kaileboer's eyes narrowed to slits, dangerous glints shining within them. He moved slowly and lightly around Theoris, like a cunning, bloodthirsty beast patiently waiting for its prey to expose a weakness.
Nearly three meters tall, with muscles knotted across his body and the physique of an ancient Greek god of war, yet unmistakably human in appearance—these clues were enough for the experienced Dark Eldar to immediately identify him.
A living weapon of the Imperium of Man!
And a familiar foe to the Dark Eldar, whom they often encountered while raiding for slaves!
"Ha. Never thought I'd run into an Astartes of the Imperium of Man here." Kaileboer gave a contemptuous snort.
So what if he was an Astartes?
They'd run into them plenty of times on raids. At the thought, a surge of excitement and fighting spirit welled up inside Kaileboer. He stared hard at Theoris and taunted him, "Just what I need. My collection's still missing a complete piece of Astartes human skin!"
"Astartes?" Somehow, one word in that sentence must have hit Theoris's breaking point, because his face darkened at once.
His teeth clacked together, their bite force rivaling diamond's. "What did you say? Do I look like an Astartes to you?!"
"Heh. Won't admit it?"
Kaileboer sneered and kept fanning the flames. "I hear Astartes are proud of their Chapters. You're awfully quick to deny it. Did your Chapter abandon you, by any chance? Or did you betray your Chapter, and that's why you're so angry?"
When it came to running their mouths, the Dark Eldar were truly in a league of their own.
Just two sentences, and every word had danced all over Theoris's sore spots!
"You little shit, say that again!"
Theoris was so angry he nearly laughed.
He was