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The Knights bore down on the Warmaster, and Raeven had never felt so sure, so righteous in anticipation of a kill. His arms burned hot with the readiness of his stubber cannons and the crackling energy arcs of his whip. Banelash was the tip of the wedge, the lance thrust aimed at the Warmaster's heart. Egelic and Banan held tight to his flanks, helmets lowered and ion shields held out over their hearts. Horus rose to his feet, and even though he was helmed Raeven could imagine the fear in his eyes. Banelash cracked its whip and the Warmaster was catapulted into the wrecked Land Raider. Purple arcs of lightning flared from his shoulder and chest as he struggled to rise. The floating cross hairs of Raeven's gunsight centered on the amber eye in the center of the Warmaster's chest.

The Vengeful Spirit