Sigmaroteca
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Sigmaroteca

(reservado por Adepta Stella)

Kharvax stood high in his stirrups and howled Khorne’s praise to the emerald skies. Beneath him, his Juggernaut ploughed towards the Bonechewers, steam howling and pistons thumping in time to its thudding hoofbeats. Kharvax rode the savage motion of his steed’s charge with practised ease, wind whipping past him as he charged. A volley of flint-tipped arrows rose from the orruk lines, directed towards Kharvax and the Mighty Skullcrushers that thundered at his heels. The arrows seemed to mass like a dark cloud, then suddenly they were slashing down like storm-rain, striking sparks from Kharvax’s armour and the brass hide of his steed. The Mighty Skullcrusher barked a savage laugh as the arrows pierced Lakhorg’s armour, sending the knight tumbling from his saddle in a tangle of limbs. Another skull for Khorne, thought Kharvax, before dismissing Lakhorg from his thoughts. He was seconds from the enemy lines now, close enough to see the orruks’ eyes widen in alarm at the impetus of the Bloodbound charge. Gripping his Juggernaut’s collar with one gauntlet, Kharvax leant low over its thick neck and swept his axe high in the other fist. A split-second later, the Mighty Skullcrushers struck the Bonechewer lines with a ferocious crash. Kharvax roared furious oaths as he swung his weapon in a killing arc. Blood flew as the Bloodbound slammed through the orruks like boulders hurled by an angry god. Green-skinned warriors were smashed to pulp by the impact, flint spears and axes clattering against brass armour. Kharvax’s blade cleaved through thick green necks, gore spattering his helm as the stumps jetted streams of blood. Raising his head, the Skullcrusher roared, his steed joining its bellows to his own. Blood fell like rain. Khorne would be pleased this day.

Fuentes[]

  • Battletome: Khorne Bloodbound.
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