Beginning of Total War

"Ten seconds."

"Two seconds have passed since you told us to stop. You have eight left."

Gaunt looked around and decided to give Bandis a chance to settle the matter weighing on his mind.

The Wych cult elite had yet to figure out what was happening. She merely assumed these upright apes had spent too long in Commorragh and had begun pursuing things like ritual and honor in battle.

The powerful warriors of the two races each took a step back, opening up some distance.

Just like in an arena.

Bandis gripped the shaft of his spear tightly. The weapon, forged from some unknown and incredibly resilient metal, let out faint metallic groans beneath his grip.

The alien held a single-edged blade dripping with green blood. Her other hand appeared to have been modified, though unlike human augmentation, it looked more like bone than metal.

"Lyle, the one who badly wounded me in the arena and was then killed by me," Bandis asked, "what was her level?"

The alien translated what she heard into the Eldar tongue in her mind, then replied disdainfully, "Just an idiot who thought she was the second legend, the second Lyleth. Trash like that was not even qualified to face me in the arena."

After saying that, the alien raised her bone-like augmented arm and pointed it at Bandis.

"She was like that."

"So are you."

The final syllable from the alien's mouth became the declaration that battle had begun.

This Dark Eldar elite warrior from the Wych cult possessed the Eldar's powerful physique, as well as the trait shared by all legendary Dark Eldar—she was trueborn.

The alien was unbelievably fast, reaching Bandis in almost the blink of an eye.

But Bandis, who had fought and struggled in the arena for a long time,