"What's the point of wasting our time on these small fry?"
Lorgar casually reached out and caught the slender yet deadly neck of a Drukhari Wych who had tried to leap from the shadows and plunge a poisoned dagger into the joint beside his neck.
He did not even spare another glance at her uncanny face, twisted with terror and pain. His fingers simply tightened—
Crack.
A crisp snap of breaking neck bones, like some delicate work of art being broken.
The light in the Wych's eyes instantly went out, and her head lolled helplessly to one side.
Lorgar released his grip, letting the still-warm body crumple to the ground. His gaze turned toward the green behemoth nearby, who was swinging his Power Klaw and grinding a dozen Sslyth mercenaries into foul-smelling pulp as easily as tearing rags. They had been trying to restrain him with poisoned nets and Blowpipes.
"Hey! Green Big'un!" Lorgar raised his voice over the clash of weapons and the screams of the dying, calling out to Amg.
"Aren't you curious what those sneaky knife-ears' lair actually looks like? That hellhole called Commorragh? I've heard it's the most depraved cesspit in the galaxy, crammed with 'toys' they've stolen from other worlds and cruel little games they fancy are sophisticated. Rather than fighting their lackeys here, why not go take a look around their home?"
Amg had just ripped the last Sslyth's upper body from its lower half, pulling its slippery spine out with it. Green blood and entrails drenched him.
At those words, he whipped his head around. His single eye went blank for a moment, as though he was trying to process Lorgar's wildly unexpected suggestion.
Go to the knife-ears' lair? Not run away, but go kick their door in? That idea... that idea...
"WAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!"