Even the fraction of an Ancient Aeldari's physical prowess that Hols had copied was astonishing. He instantly pounced on an attacking Daemonette, pinned it to the ground, and sank his teeth into its neck. Shaking his head from side to side, he flung it away, half its throat still dangling from his mouth.
Hols had never learned Ancient Aeldari martial arts and still fought like a Squig, but his Ancient Aeldari physique alone was more than enough to crush these Daemonettes.
Crouched on the ground, Hols spat out what was in his mouth, then lifted his chin and looked smugly at Cheng Mingrui.
An Aeldari's elegant, slender body, a beast's movements, blood at the corners of his mouth, and eyes filled with pride and innocence.
The sight shook Cheng Mingrui deeply. For a moment, he did not know what to make of Hols. Meeting that innocent gaze, he smiled and said, "Nicely done, Hols."
The praise made Hols even happier. Running like a beast, he pounced on a second Daemonette and tore open its throat with his teeth as well.
Cheng Mingrui had figured it out. In a universe this fucked up, who cares about beauty and ugliness, good and evil? Those aren't things I can control. I'm an Ork. All I care about is Waaagh!
The third Daemonette dodged Hols's attack and slashed his body with its claws, leaving a horrifying wound.
The agony of having his soul torn made Hols scream. He hurriedly fled backward like a puppy, but a moment later, a flying Power Klaw struck the Daemonette and smashed it into pulp.
Cheng Mingrui understood now. The Daemonette and Hols had indeed moved very quickly, but nowhere near so quickly that his eyes could not follow them or his body could not match their speed.
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