"Awooo!" A wolf's howl rang through the entire passage.
Haka lashed his whip across Kuroser's face. The wolf brother ducked sharply, losing a swath of fur, but fortunately suffering no wounds to his flesh.
Haka grabbed Sister Anlena, called to his brothers, and turned to leave.
A little-known fact: lone wolves did not howl. Just as Rogier had never howled when he first joined the Chapter.
The important point was that Haka felt a surge of irritation.
Rogier passed straight through the wall with his Anti-Psyker Shield. He was still in his normal form, shield in his left hand and sword in his right, and his Chainsword slashed at the Bodyguard with vicious precision.
The enemies corrupted by Slaanesh were agile, but as they approached the shield, the bodies they took such pride in began trembling uncontrollably. Flesh sloughed off like melting fat, and the parts once blessed turned into puddles of pus-the very things that made them slip.
This was no friendly contest of swordsmanship. It was a fight to the death. Rogier seized his chance and severed his enemy's arm along with the chainsaw hook it held.
The Bodyguard was no pushover either. He pulled out another light-and-shadow grenade.
Rogier, the fiercely protective old wolf, already knew about the enemy's special weapons. Communications aboard their own warship remained smooth under the Librarians' protection.
Those grenades worked well enough. They simply did no damage.
The light-and-shadow grenade spun through the air, about to reach the warriors' head height, when Rogier slammed his patched-up shield into it.
The shining grenade caught on the Blank's bones and was shoved into the enemy's gaping mouth.
At that moment, the Bodyguard's head blazed with light, becoming the brightest disco ball aboard the entire warship.
The Chainsword swung again, mercilessly separating the enemy's head