Through sheer willpower, Mephiston suppressed his madness and stopped this round of psyker power output.
Evan stood rooted to the spot, looking very much as though he were saying... Go on, try another shot.
Ina slowly raised her hand and held up one finger.
The good news was that Ina's hair had survived.
The bad news was that only her hair had survived.
Ina: From now on, call me the star of slaughter, the ill-fated white tiger.
The old girl had never expected another calamity after more than three hundred years.
On the other side, the Adamantium Warrior at the rear of the formation had developed a serious problem.
Vast amounts of the Blood Angels' Black Rage poured into his mind. The psychic imprint was stronger than an ordinary Apothecary's mental conditioning, and his hatred of Horus grew rapidly, eventually constructing a memory that did not belong to him.
While Belisarius Cawl gleefully collected his data, the Adamantium Warrior standing before him roared, "Look at what you've done, Horus!"
He spun around and punched Cawl. The Archmagos's enormous body shuddered violently, and a deep crater immediately caved into his front armor.
The Archmagos's automatic counterattack weapons immediately unleashed a laser salvo. Several points of light converged on the adamantium breastplate, but a moment later, the Adamantium Warrior stomped on the Archmagos's forelimb, snapping the entire plasma spray gun.
Mephiston immediately sensed trouble. He had considerable experience dealing with situations like this, but the main problem was...
Evan whipped the chain, tossing Ina high into the air. A wave of force traveled down the chain and slammed into the other warrior's armor. Then Evan pulled back hard, drawing the entire chain taut and catching Ina in her awkward pose.
Evan really did not hold back. After he caught Ina, the Adamantium