The daemonized champion of Khorne raised its enormous daemon claw, blazing with flames, and struck at Chapter Master Kurens from an anatomically impossible angle.
Kurens's relic Power Sword glimmered blue as it slid past the enemy's massive claw, and he deftly slipped around to his flank.
Beating him in a contest of strength was impossible. Not in this lifetime. Sneaking in attacks from the side was the only way to scrape by.
Kurens could hardly have been an inflexible warrior. Otherwise, he would have been leading his warriors on a Penitent Crusade instead of fighting Chaos Warriors here.
The champion of Khorne immediately turned, blocking the Power Sword with his long, black horns.
The burning flames tried to spread onto the Power Sword, but Kurens withdrew without lingering.
Now the champion's lower and upper body were completely twisted, as though he were not a creature of realspace, but a Warp entity capable of changing shape at will.
Both withdrew after a single exchange. Kurens fought as slipperily as an eel.
He was buying time. His comrades were rapidly eliminating the other Chaos Warriors. Once they were free, they could surround and kill him.
But the champion of Khorne was no easy opponent. The blessings of the Brass Throne had enhanced every aspect of his body.
His massive daemon claw seized a bone spur protruding from his body, and with a forceful tug, he actually pulled a longsword out of himself.
Kurens frowned deeply. The enemy was even harder to handle than he had imagined.
The black bone blade carved a sonic boom through the air and came down toward Kurens's head in an instant.
In desperation, Kurens held his blue Power Sword across his vital areas. Then the world spun around him.
Tumbling through the air, Kurens felt his entire