The Solitaire's life was slipping away.
He had complete control over his flesh. He contracted his heart as hard as he could, tightening his chest muscles to trap the blade, but against an Astartes, Aeldari strength fell short.
A Solitaire was the most powerful member of a troupe; he would not act so recklessly without a reason. An inverted necklace beneath his cloak flickered, and a powerful repulsive force pushed his body up, like a shield system expanding its coverage as it activated.
The Solitaire hated this feeling. It was like admitting the Aeldari had lost.
His body was pushed away from the Combat Knife, but he still had to deal with the Bloodspawn Axe in the air.
Centered on him, an ink-black spherical shield erupted violently into existence. Its mysterious protective force collided with the Bloodspawn Axe.
In the distance, Victor raised his weapon. Its name was the Fire of Cutting.
The lingering power of the Fire of Cutting lay hidden within the axe. As though the ink-black shield did not exist, the Bloodspawn Axe sliced straight through the Solitaire without slowing.
The Solitaire's body split in two, everything above his abdomen flying far away. Once he recovered a little psyker power, his upper half immediately summoned psychic threads, trying to stitch his lower half back on.
Ina was still there, and the Adamantium Armor still stood.
One perfectly placed stroke of the Executioner Greatblade castrated him on the spot.
Seeing that he had no hope of retrieving his lower half, the Solitaire decided to retreat. Escaping three seasoned Adeptus Custodes with half a body was no easy feat. He sustained his life with psyker power while using bizarre devices to trouble them.
The anti-boarding equipment aboard the Light of the People made it difficult to tear open a