The Khan's sons were hunting with feverish zeal. Of course, one newly appointed Librarian was enjoying himself even more.
Bars prioritized practicing his control over air, which let him join the hunt.
There was almost no air ahead of their Land Speeder, greatly increasing its speed.
Their enemies, meanwhile, were weighed down by immense pressure, their whole bodies moving as though through mud.
The Khorne Daemon Army roared as his blessing began to manifest. Their horns slowly turned blood-red, and their bodies grew sturdier, a black sheen reflecting off rock-hard skin.
They went berserk.
Khorne's aerial forces shrieked. Transformed by the mighty power of the Warp, they felt the crushing weight as little more than a breeze against their faces.
Bars concentrated on controlling his Psyker Power. Countless shackles of almost-solid air restricted their movements.
Unavoidable Waaagh! Lightning shot from the Land Speeder. Bars was a Psyker; psychic lightning was a basic skill.
Their charred wings could no longer keep them aloft, and they plunged straight into the meat grinder below.
But some powerful daemons remained unaffected. Bars could hardly take on Khorne's entire aerial force alone.
Another Land Speeder fired a few token bolt rounds at the enemy, attracting a Khorne Daemon's attention.
A warrior stood atop the speeding Land Raider, waving his weapon.
It was a challenge. The Khorne Daemon gladly accepted, fervently raising its Hellblade as it flew toward them.
But more than one daemon took the bait. Others flew toward them too.
The Land Speeder adjusted its angle slightly.
Three or four daemons reached the front of the craft almost simultaneously. Then they learned what a sea of melta fire looked like.
The warrior had given up his seat and mounted an enormous melta gun there instead. (Calling it a cannon would probably have been more