Dodging all the attacks

Each taking a trident of the circle, a hundred and twenty degrees apart, they manoeuvred to try to keep the wych at its centre, closing the circumference on her. For her part, Lelith stood still, poised and posed, slowly rotating on the spot so that she could see them all as they approached.

She smiled.

'You are outmatched. I have perfected the art of murder. Before me you are nothing.'

Tangata Manu, Te Kahurangi and Brother Folau were Carcharodons, enhanced super warriors that between them had spent millennia training and fighting. They had fought and killed foes from tyranid hive tyrants through ork warbosses to daemons manifested in realspace. Now an unarmoured xenos stood between them, holding only a dagger. Although their bolters were empty, they were armed with mace and power sword and, although deprived of force staff, psychic fire.

So practised were they in fighting with each other that there was no command required for their combined attack. Brother Folau cut a diagonal with his power sword, cutting off any escape Lelith might make to her right. Tangata Manu swung his mace in a rising arc, stopping any escape to the left. And Te Kahurangi sent green fire in an arch at head and above height so that any leap would see Lelith burn.

But she did not burn. Nor was she crushed by the mace nor sliced by the power sword. Moving, swaying, she seemed hardly to move at all and yet the blows missed her while the balefire passed over her head. Then, stepping forward even as he brought the power sword back to guard, she whispered into Brother Folau's ear.

'A more elegant death than you deserve.'