Khan's bike was being dragged away. Lin Fan was doing his best to fight back amid the hail of splinter shards, blasting the Kabalite warriors aboard those skiffs into ashes with his blastgun.
But Lin Fan was alone, and the blastgun's rate of fire simply could not handle so many Kabalite warriors. Before long, Khan's bike was surrounded by Raider skiffs.
"Give up, idiot! At least you'll suffer a little less!"
"Surrender? Heh."
Khan rose from the bike, switched it to autopilot, then leapt toward the stern of the Raider skiff ahead. Khan's Primarch-grade heavy body made the anti-grav skiff dip sharply, but its pilot did not panic, merely readjusting the engine output in surprise.
"You fat pig! Did that armor lock all your fat in place? Are you from the Self-Binding School?"
"Shut up!" Khan seemed rather irritated by the matter of his weight. After all, for a perfectly built superhuman fitness god like him, being called a fat pig by an xenos ignorant of the facts was hardly pleasant.
The Kabalite warriors mocked Khan's overconfidence. He had actually charged alone into the encirclement of so many warriors. Their monomolecular blades would make short work of dismembering this fool, leaving him barely alive to be delivered to the Archon.
Unfortunately for them, this Drukhari's true identity was Khan.
One warrior who had been laughing abruptly froze. His voice stopped as suddenly as if a phonograph record had been violently shattered.
"What's wrong with you?"
The other warriors patted his shoulder. At that touch, the warrior fell apart, breaking into a heap of bloody chunks.
The gruesome sight made everyone's scalps tingle as they jerked their heads up to look at Khan.
"What's wrong?" Khan asked coldly, his arms folded. It looked as though he had never moved since jumping