Evan appeared behind the Changeling as though he had teleported. With a bizarre grip, he seized one of the Wraithknight's arms, stretched it to its limit, and dragged it firmly to the ground.
All right, let us go back one second.
The Chapter Master charged anxiously toward the enemy, but he clearly was not fast enough. Victor was too far from Ina to reach her in time, so he turned his gaze toward Evan's substantial backside.
See, the Bloodspawn Axe was a short-handled, one-handed axe. Once the little rod of the Fire of Cutting was attached, did that not make the handle pretty long?
And look, the axe's edge was unstoppable, sharp enough to cleave mountains and rivers. But its side... that flat of the blade... had quite a bit of surface area, huh?
Look.
With that flat joined to the shaft, did it not resemble a golf club?
Evan was simply in the middle of a running leap when Victor swung through a full arc, using textbook technique to deliver a vicious blow to his backside.
The Chapter Master's rear suffered an indescribable impact, and he went flying. While airborne, he saw the Wraithknight swing its right arm backward and raise its right foot high, ready to stamp down on Ina.
Two golden hands clamped onto that backswinging arm like iron pincers. Evan sank his weight, applied a little technique, and forcibly hauled the Changeling backward.
A Centurion had dragged a Wraithknight?
The problem was that the Changeling had only learned the basics. It did not even have a holographic field, and had appeared before Evan in its actual body. Weakened by the powerful anti-psyker force, the Greater Daemon of Tzeentch became even more fragile.
The Tech Mogul seized this rare opportunity and hurled everything within reach at it.