Whip pulls sword

‘Quite resourceful,’ the eldar grinned imperiously. She looked down at the low table beside her, where the Laeran Blade rested upon a cushion of flayed flesh. Her grin failed to waver as the crimson ropes of Lucius’ lash snapped around the blade and threw it back into the Eternal’s hand.

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Lucius: The Faultless Blade, IV.III