It all happened too quickly. Kuran only saw that his attack seemed to have had no effect at all before the demon in magnificent creamy-white armor hurled his spear back at him.
A Fire Caste warrior was pierced from head to toe by the bronze spear. Its terrifying kinetic force effortlessly drove it into the hard bedrock, pinning him in place.
Even the butt of the bronze spear continued vibrating at high frequency beneath the tremendous force.
He only felt a fierce gust sweep past him. His poor dynamic vision could not catch the true position of that afterimage.
Kuran felt a bone-chilling cold. His rough skin, poor at dissipating heat, trembled, while his heart pounded wildly, nearly bursting free from his chest.
No words were needed. A warrior's instincts told him what the enemy meant. That demon clad in creamy-white armor, emblazoned with golden lightning reliefs, could have killed him as easily as he had killed the adjutant. He simply had not, arrogantly sparing his life instead.
Anger replaced fear. The violent surge of adrenaline made him try to pull the spear from the ground. He had to defend the honor of the Fire Caste.
Kuran erupted with strength unimaginable for a T'au. Grasping the bronze spear embedded halfway into the rock, every muscle in his body tensed as he squeezed every last shred of strength from himself.
The warped spear was pulled inch by inch from the ground. The T'au's roar made the White Scars glance his way. According to data obtained through dissections by Adeptus Mechanicus savants, even the strongest strain of T'au xenos possessed less physical strength than the Empire's frail mortals.
If they were thrown into the depths of a hive city, the monsters and freaks of unknown origin would devour the fragile T'au in