Kazhaniv hacked his way out of a shapeless heap of flesh.
So many spikes had sprouted wildly that the Mad Wolf's Power Armour gave a piercing scrape every time he moved.
This monster had condensed from a mass of rampaging Khorne energy. As long as that energy endured, it would never disappear.
Large numbers of guards were rushing toward him. Armed with every conceivable weapon, the Chaos Cultists made no effort to conceal their charge. Their footsteps were a chaotic din, and every echo in the corridor urged Kazhaniv to hurry.
We're out of time.
The mass of spikes writhed. The Mad Wolf quickened his steps, circling his enemy, prowling around it.
The Chaos Spawn lost patience. Khorne's servants always did.
It charged Kazhaniv with savage fury. That Aquila Emblem was so revolting. Those gleaming golden wings had to be torn apart-now, immediately, this instant!
The Mad Wolf stood before the Treasury's door, knees slightly bent. He knew what he had to do. So did Khorne.
The distance between them shrank, step by step. The black spikes were barely three inches from his Lightning Power Claws.
Still not moving?
Brute force transmitted through his Phobos Power Armor, straining the electro-muscle bundles to their limits.
Still not moving?
Over a dozen black spikes stabbed at the little red figure together. His two powerless claws blocked only three.
The Chaos eyes growing between the spikes could see the armor filler foam through the cracks in the Mad Wolf's breastplate.
Still not moving?
The Chaos Spawn impaled itself against Kazhaniv like a sea urchin. At last, he moved.
His Lightning Power Claws plunged deep into its flesh. Lightning incinerated biomass, and his claws severed bone spurs. With just two point-blank slashes, the pressure directly before Kazhaniv dropped sharply.
Left? Right?
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