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6/23/2025, 8:20:26 PM
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For me, it's
>The touch of the Knight's fury had seemed to drain away into them, or dissipated into nothing. In reply, lightning leapt from amongst the warriors, crawling over the Knight of Cratax, burrowing into its armour plates, melting power connections and whipping through its metal bones. It fell, but before it could hit the ground, an invisible force ripped its head from its body and cast it back before the gates of Cratax’s hold. The Knights came from the gates then, every single war machine of the blighted Household. The ground around the circle of Thousand Sons churned with explosions and melted, fused and cracked as the charging Knights poured their fury before them. The telekinetic shields protecting the Thousand Sons shook, and within their circle some fell to their knees, blood oozing from the joints of their armour to freeze and boil in the warp-charged air. But still they waited as the Knights’ charge shook the ground beneath their feet. When the lead Knight was a shadow above them, Ohrmuzd raised his hand and closed his fingers. The Knight stopped, staggered and then fell, its pilot's flesh turned to vapour inside its cockpit. Before the metal giant had hit the ground, the Thousand Sons had dropped their shields, lifted the body of the dead Knight into the air and cast it at one of its cousins. From that moment the battle is said to have lasted no more than five hundred seconds, and at its end the molten and twisted remains of every single Knight lay on the witch-frosted ground. The Thousand Sons Legion lost three warriors, two killed by brain haemorrhage while using their powers, one crushed by the dead metal of a Knight. Those who had survived departed before the Explorator units of the Mechanicum arrived to strip Cratax’s hold. When word of the victory reached the Imperium’s distant War Council, it was greeted only with the sound of fear: silence.
For me, it's
>The touch of the Knight's fury had seemed to drain away into them, or dissipated into nothing. In reply, lightning leapt from amongst the warriors, crawling over the Knight of Cratax, burrowing into its armour plates, melting power connections and whipping through its metal bones. It fell, but before it could hit the ground, an invisible force ripped its head from its body and cast it back before the gates of Cratax’s hold. The Knights came from the gates then, every single war machine of the blighted Household. The ground around the circle of Thousand Sons churned with explosions and melted, fused and cracked as the charging Knights poured their fury before them. The telekinetic shields protecting the Thousand Sons shook, and within their circle some fell to their knees, blood oozing from the joints of their armour to freeze and boil in the warp-charged air. But still they waited as the Knights’ charge shook the ground beneath their feet. When the lead Knight was a shadow above them, Ohrmuzd raised his hand and closed his fingers. The Knight stopped, staggered and then fell, its pilot's flesh turned to vapour inside its cockpit. Before the metal giant had hit the ground, the Thousand Sons had dropped their shields, lifted the body of the dead Knight into the air and cast it at one of its cousins. From that moment the battle is said to have lasted no more than five hundred seconds, and at its end the molten and twisted remains of every single Knight lay on the witch-frosted ground. The Thousand Sons Legion lost three warriors, two killed by brain haemorrhage while using their powers, one crushed by the dead metal of a Knight. Those who had survived departed before the Explorator units of the Mechanicum arrived to strip Cratax’s hold. When word of the victory reached the Imperium’s distant War Council, it was greeted only with the sound of fear: silence.
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