‘Let’s keep it that way,’ I said, and shot his opponent several times at point-blank range before it had time to register my presence. A pattern of holes about the width of my palm appeared in the back plate of its armour, roughly where a human heart would have been; no doubt the eldar’s was somewhere else, although I seemed to have hit something equally vital, as crimson rivulets began to trickle down the green plating, and it folded to the ground.

Ciaphas Cain: Choose Your Enemies