The Talon of Horus

He broke Gyre next. My daemon wolf launched for his throat, her claws rending his breastplate as her jaws clamped where the muscles of his neck and shoulder met. Se was in the line of fire, helplessly so. Bolt shells from a dozen sources exploded into her and around her, bursting her fur and flesh open. Yet she endured it. She endured it to distract Horus from finishing me, ripping tissue and tendons with every snap of her jaws, every shake of her head.

Worldbreaker broke Gyre's grip and crushed her skull, dropping her to the deck like a slab of butcher's meat. Half of her head was simply gone, replaced by a cavernous hole and the spill of grey-red brain matter. Her mortal form began to dissolve, and with it I felt her presence drain from my mind, just as Nefertari's had.