The movements of Khorne Daemons were strange like that. Most of the Blood Legion's movements could be predicted, but powerful, mindlessly furious Greater Daemons like Skarbrand were utterly unpredictable.
Sisyphus had taken a nasty hit and used his psyker power to halt his backward momentum. Before he could steady himself, the Flag-Taker closed in, seized the broken banner pole, and thrust it at the old Librarian's head.
Violent psyker power coursed through the old Librarian's body. Prophetic Librarians rarely blocked in combat, preferring to predict their opponents' movements, dodge, and counterattack. His Gourd Hammer shone as he swung it hard toward his opponent's chest.
Originally, this counterattack had been perfectly correct. Not only had the old Librarian evaded the attack, but his Gourd Hammer had swept past the edge of the banner pole and would strike his opponent's chest.
But the surging psyker power of the Gourd Hammer instantly burned a great hole through the banner fluttering from the pole. The Flag-Taker's fury immediately manifested in reality. In that instant, the old Librarian realized the future had changed. Before he could react, the thrust became a sweep, and the pole sent Sisyphus flying even farther away.
Fortunately, he was wearing Terminator Armour. Otherwise, he would have suffered a serious injury at the very least.
The Flag-Taker pressed his attack, took several strides forward, and suddenly leaped, roaring in a daemonic tongue with the force of a thousand armies trampling a frozen river to pieces.
Under the force of its rapid lash, the Daemon Whip became as rigid as steel. Sisyphus knew little of the daemonic tongue and could only make out the rough meaning: "I will seize your War Banners." Then the howl of the astral gale raised by the whip drowned out the daemon's roar.
Waaagh! Lightning flashed again.