Fights automata

‘You Sons and your fancy words,’ said Lucius, spinning on his heel to decapitate a porcelain-masked yokai with a crack of his vile whip. The swordsman dropped to one knee and cut low. His silver blade sliced the slender ceramic-and-steel calves of another yokai. It crashed to the metalled decking, and a blaze of tar-black aether fire shrieked from its contoured skull.

The automata surrounded the Thousand Sons, like greenskins around a last shield-wall.

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The Crimson King, Chapter 2