Listening to the formidable enemy before him unabashedly radiate murderous ferocity, Ahriman changed his expression and faced Shattered Hound with utmost seriousness and gravity.
He first gave a standard Prospero greeting, then introduced himself.
"I am Ahzek Ahriman, Chief Librarian of the Thousand Sons Legion and leader of the Black Raven Cult."
The Thousand Son's affected politeness disgusted Shattered Hound. He disdainfully shook his head and raised his power fists once more.
These terrifying weapons were far deadlier than power swords. Power fists could easily crush armor, flesh, and bone, and only a few Astartes could wield them proficiently.
Their sole drawback was their excessive weight and sluggishness. In deadly combat, this made Space Marines vulnerable while attacking their opponents, often forcing them to trade wounds with the enemy.
But the master-crafted power fists belonged to Endryd Haar, and he had none of those weaknesses.
Because his strength was flawless.
"My brother, you and I are not enemies," Ahriman said calmly. Given a choice, he truly did not want to fight a war hound blessed and favored by the Blood God.
Besides, they were far too close now. That was profoundly unfavorable for a Psyker.
If they had been in open terrain where he could maneuver and widen the distance, Ahriman would have shown him that psychic sorcery would always surpass crude, vulgar hand-to-hand combat.
Wherever the Changer of Ways held power, the Blood God's gaze followed. Ahriman had no desire to deal too much with those Blood God worshippers whose minds were filled only with the urge to kill.
Although this First Captain and Chief Librarian did not worship the Changer of Ways, he even despised his genetic father's blind faith in Tzeentch.
Ahriman firmly believed that the gods of the Warp could never be benevolent. He had always