>>96400246
>Doesn't control every room he enters
No son of Horus, indeed. Live Torgaddon reaction
>‘How would you like this to go, Eidolon?’ Torgaddon inquired. ‘Would you, perhaps, like to go home with your head stuck up your arse?’
>‘You are a base-born cur,’ Eidolon hissed.
>‘Just so you know,’ replied Torgaddon, ‘you’ll have to do an awful lot better than that. I’m a base-born cur and proud of it. You know what that is?’
>He pointed up at one of the stars above them.
>‘A star?’ asked Eidolon, momentarily wrong-footed.
>‘Yes, probably. I haven’t the faintest idea. The point is, I’m the designated commander of the Luna Wolves speartip, come to rescue your sorry backsides. I do this by warrant of the Warmaster himself.
>He’s up there, in one of those stars, and right now he thinks you’re a cretin. And he’ll tell Fulgrim so, next time he meets him.’