Veterans at Fighting Khorne

The Battle Sisters in pink armor held fast at the breach in the mobile fortress. They wielded ornate longswords, and golden screaming faces adorned their shoulders. Waves of hymns praising the Emperor spilled from those screaming mouths.

A heavily armored, flame-wreathed minotaur daemon charged at them with his mutated slaves. The Battle Sisters showed no fear; beneath their helmets, their faces grew even more excited by the Khorne daemons' assault.

"In the name of the merciful Mother of the Emperor!" the Battle Sisters cried out three times, charging fearlessly with blades in hand. They were far smaller than the heavily armored daemons, and their longswords seemed as insignificant as toothpicks before the massive weapons.

"Roar!" The daemon swung at a Sister. She dodged nimbly, then drove her longsword into a gap in his heavy armor. Blood sprayed out along the smooth fuller of the blade.

The Sister danced with her sword, her movements shifting between elegance and savagery. The blade alternated between swift and slow as it expertly stripped away the daemon's heavy armor layer by layer. On closer inspection, the heavy plate forged beneath mighty hammers was even connected to a layer of the daemon's skin. This further proved the peerless swordsmanship of these Battle Sisters.

Faced with the fire-spitting, smoke-belching roars of the Khorne daemons, the Sisters answered with the same kind of attack. The deafening noise released by the huge horns on their shoulders condensed into something tangible and smashed viciously into the daemons' bodies.

The shrieks erupted upon impact, swiftly shaving away the daemons' tough flesh like razors.

The minotaur daemon roared at the sky. Even after suffering the torture of being flayed alive, his combat strength had not fundamentally declined. He stomped furiously, trying to use shockwaves to knock the Battle Sisters off balance. But