Bodann had to admit, these Cadians had once again exceeded his expectations.
They were fearless in the literal sense—the Commissar's pre-battle speech seemed to have been taken by them as a mission that had to be carried out, a truth. Even if they died, they died on the charge.
And because of that, Bodann was only angrier.
They did not have to die.
The battlefield was deafening, but his superhuman hearing and reaction speed ensured he would not miss any possible attack—including this one.
Bodann raised his right hand slightly, and the monomolecular teeth of his Chainsword caught a vicious gust of wind coming at him. He had thought it would be a sure block. But the attacker's strength was far greater than he had imagined, and with a roar, his Chainsword nearly flew from his hand.
Bodann immediately retreated and reset his stance—and saw an ugly monster panting, roaring at him.
Before the corruption and remaking of Chaos, it had clearly been an Ogryn, but not anymore. Its appearance had been ruined beyond recognition. The skin of its face had been flayed away entirely, the frontal bone laid bare to the air, and an iron eight-pointed star had been nailed into it. In those murky eyes gleamed a hunger for violence.
Cables ran from glass tubes on its shoulders into its body, scarlet liquid surging within. Its right hand had been modified, arm and a huge, crude blade fused into one, and the attack just now had been thanks to that vicious weapon.
Bodann understood at once. He knew a bitter fight was now unavoidable—but he had one question: where had this Berserker Ogryn come from?
As everyone knew, there were many "types" of Ogryn. Though saying it that way seemed somewhat blasphemous, these gentle, foolish big fellows actually