clone stuff 2

I threw energy at him. I threw lightning. I threw panic and hatred and anger in a seething bolt of mutagenic warpfire. It burst what remained of his force field in a whiplash of air pressure, and boiled the skin and hair from his head. Nothing more. I was still too weak, and he was far, far too strong.

He came for me, then. I raised Saern only to have it smashed out of my hands, sent skidding across the filthy floor. His boot caved in my breastplate, hurling me to the deck. I felt ceramite shards knifing into my lungs as his foot hammered down, pinning me beneath him. I could not reach my cards to summon my bound daemons. Never had I needed the Ragged Knight as I needed him now.

The Talon of Horus