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shield　in　front　of　him；　and　he　hacked　the　blade　through　the　neck　of　another　inmate；　who　turned
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towards　him；　froth　spilling　from　his　mouth。　The　guards　were　being　overwhelmed　by　the　surge　of
slaves　and　paid　Marduk　no　mind　as　they　fought　for　their　lives；　weapons　spitting　and　torturous
electro…whips　snapping。
“This　way；　I’m　sure　of　it！”　shouted　Baranov；　directing　Marduk　down　a　side　corridor。　The　slave
deck　was　a　labyrinth　of　side…tunnels　and　holding　cells；　and　everywhere　was　chaos　as　the　slaves　set
upon　their　captors　and　each　other　with　insane　fury。　Marduk　had　sworn　that　he　would　make　the　xenos
scum　suffer　for　the　ignoble　sufferings　that　had　been　committed　upon　his　flesh；　and　he　smiled　to　see
the　mayhem　he　had　wrought。
Marduk　moved　past　dozens　of　cells。　The　wretched　inmates　still　cowered　within　many　of　them；
crouching　in　the　corners；　rocking　back　and　forth；　their　heads　in　their　hands；　but　it　did　not　matter。
Enough　of　the　slaves　were　hell…bent　on　overcoming　their　captors　to　provide　an　adequate　distortion。
“There！”　shouted　Baranov；　pointing　towards　what　looked　like　a　dead　end。　“That　is　where　they
brought　me　from。”
Marduk　swung　down　the　corridor。　A　group　of　eldar　warriors　was　backed　up　against　its　end；　a
circular；　closed　aperture　behind　them。　A　slave；　a　human；　launched　itself　at　Marduk；　hands　clawing
for　him；　but　the　First　Acolyte　slashed　his　blade　across　its　face。
With　the　haemonculus　held　in　a　brutal　headlock；　Marduk　broke　into　a　ran；　dropping　his　shoulder
and　barging　his　way　through　the　crowd　towards　the　far　end　of　the　corridor。　Baranov　struggled　to
keep　up；　running　in　his　destructive　wake。
With　a　swat　of　his　arm；　Marduk　slammed　the　first　of　the　guards　back　into　the　wall；　and　slashed
his　blade　across　the　neck　of　the　second；　blood　gushing　from　the　wound。
Something　stabbed　into　Marduk’s　unarmoured　back；　and　his　body　was　jolted　as　his　pain
receptors　flared；　and　his　muscles　twitched　uncontrollably。　He　lost　his　grip　on　the　haemonculus；　who
slumped　to　the　ground　in　a　bloody　heap；　and　twisted　around　to　see　a　trident　sparking　with　energy
jabbed　into　his　flesh；　held　in　the　grasp　of　a　blade…helmeted　dark　eldar　warrior。　He　grabbed　the　haft
of　the　weapon；　sending　flaring　pain　up　his　arm；　and　swung　it　upwards；　sending　the　warrior　wielding
the　weapon　smashing　into　the　low　roof。　The　warrior　released　its　hold　on　the　trident；　and　Marduk
turned　and　impaled　another　of　its　dark　kin　on　its　points。
“Get　the　doors　open；”　he　barked；　spinning　and　decapitating　another　warrior　with　a　sweep　of　his
blade。
“I’m　trying；”　shouted　Baranov；　his　fingers　flickering　over　the　glowing　rune　of　a　side…panel。
“Try　harder；”　roared　Marduk；　just　before　he　was　slammed　back　against　the　wall　as　a　comscating
arc　of　dark　energy　struck　him　square　in　the　chest；　fired　from　the　snub…nosed　rifle　of　another　enemy。
The　eldar　warrior　was　about　to　fire　on　him　again；　but　stumbled　as　another　slave　slammed　into　his
back；　knocking　the　eldar　off…balance　and　towards　Marduk。　The　First　Acolyte　reared　up　with　a　growl；
the　flesh　of　his　chest　blistered　and　smoking；　and　slammed　his　fist　up　into　the　eldar’s　chin；　throwing
his　full　force　behind　the　blow。
The　warrior’s　neck　snapped　backwards　with　an　audible　crack；　and　Marduk　positioned　himself　in
a　protective　position　in　front　of　Baranov；　ensuring　that　no　one　came　near　him。　He　saw　the
haemonculus　clawing　away　from　him　on　the　floor；　and　at　a　whim　he　placed　his　still…armoured　foot
upon　the　skeletal　eldar’s　elongated　cranium；　pinning　it　to　the　floor。
“It’s　not　opening；”　said　Baranov　desperately。　“It’s　been　locked　down；　or　something。”
“You　can　open　it　for　me；”　Marduk　said　to　the　haemonculus；　exerting　more　pressure　on　the
creature’s　skull。　It　gurgled　something；　and　Marduk　bent　down　and　picked　it　up　by　the　scruff　of　its
neck。　His　fingers　completely　encircling　its　neck；　he　held　it　half　a　metre　above　the　ground。　He　pushed
Baranov　roughly　aside。
“Open　it；”　Marduk　growled；　and　slammed　the　haemonculus’s　head　into　the　control　panel　for
emphasis。　Its　nose　broke；　and　blood　splattered　across　the　black　panel。
The　eldar　gargled　something；　but　its　voice　was　unintelligible；　and　Marduk　slammed　its　face　into
the　panel　again。
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“Open　it；”　he　hissed　again；　before　slamming　its　head　into　the　panel　once　more。　Its　face　was　a
bloody　ruin；　its　nose　smashed；　and　blood　and　mucus　was　smeared　across　the　deathly　visage。
“You’ll　kill　it；”　warned　Baranov；　but　the　haemonculus　lifted　one　of　its　claw…like　hands；　reaching
blearily　towards　the　panel。
The　eldar’s　fingers　stabbed　at　a　series　of　runes　and　blade…arcs　of　the　circular　door　slid　open。
An　armed　group　of　eldar　warriors　stood　beyond　the　doors；　a　hundred　slender　rifles　lowered
towards　him。　At　the　centre　stood　a　tall　figure　in　glistening　black；　barbed　and　segmented　armour；　its
pale　xenos　face　staring　at　him　with　noble　arrogance。　He　saw　the　long…haired　bitch　that　had　ensnared
him　at　its　side；　and　a　milky…eyed　creature；　glowing　blue　runes　carved　upon　its　ebony　flesh。
“You…　lose；”　gargled　the　haemonculus；　looking　up　at　him　in　triumph。
“I　don’t　think　so；”　said　Marduk；　and　slammed　the　haemonculus’s　head　into　the　control　panel
once　more；　this　time　with　fatal　force。　Its　skull　crumpled。
He　flicked　his　glance　towards　Baranov；　whose　face　was　pale　as　he　stared　out　at　the　horde　of
enemy　warriors　before　them。
“Stay　close　to　me；”　hissed　Marduk。
Letting　the　dead　figure　of　the　haemonculus　slump　to　the　ground；　leaving　a　smear　of　brainmatter
across　the　control　panel’s　surface；　Marduk　lifted　his　head　high　and　stared　defiantly　at　the　eldar；
awaiting　his　fate　as　a　warrior　of　Lorgar。
Blood　covering　his　heavily　scarred；　naked　torso；　Marduk　locked　his　eyes　on　the　central　eldar
figure。　This　one　was　clearly　the　leader　of　the　dark　kin；　and　if　he　had　any　hope　of　escape；　it　lay　in
him。　The　arrogant　bastard　stood　with　his　arms　folded　across　his　chest；　blades　gleaming　down　its
forearms；　a　look　of　utter　contempt　and　sardonic　humour　on　his　xenos　face。　Surrounded　by　over　a
hundred　of　his　warriors；　all　with　weapons　lowered；　the　haughty　eldar　lord　sneered　down　his　nose　at
Marduk。
“This　is　the　prey…slave　that　has　caused　all　this　disturbance？”　he　asked；　enunciating　the　words　in　a
perfect；　old　form　of　Low　Gothic。　“I　am　disappointed。　It　does　not　look　like　much。”
“I’ve　still　got　the　strength　to　rip　your　heathen　head　from　its　shoulders；　xenos　filth；”　growled
Marduk。　“Come；　face　me　alone；　if　you　have　the　nerve。”
“Face　you　alone？”　laughed　the　dark　eldar　lord。　“You　are　far　beyond　any　mon…keigh　notions　of
honour；　fool。”
“Coward；”　snapped　Marduk。　“Even　unarmoured　you　fear　to　face　one　of　the　blessed　warriors　of
Lorgar。”
The　fiery…haired　wych　that　had　ensnared　Marduk　stood　alongside　the　eldar　lord；　and　said
something　sharp　in　the　twisted　eldar　tongue；　her　eyes　flashing　and　her　hand　darting　towards　one　of
the　blades　strapped　to　her　slim　waist。　Her　intent　was　clear：　she　wished　to　face　Marduk　in　her　lord’s
stead。
“Let　your　lapdog　bitch　fight；”　urged　Marduk；　fixing　his　hate…filled　gaze　upon　the　wych。　“I’ll　tear
her　beating　heart　from　her　chest　and　laugh　as　I　watch　the　life　drain　from　her　eyes。”
The　dark　lord　snapped　something　sharp　as　the　wych　took　a　step　towards　him；　sneering；　and　she
paused。
“I　have　no　wish　to　see　you　dead；　prey…slave；”　said　the　dark　lord；　“and　I　fear　that　Atherak　will　not
hold　a　killing　blow。　You　are　less　than　nothing　to　me；　one　of　a　race　that　exists　merely　to　be　preyed
upon。　You　have　no　right　of　challenge。”
Marduk’s　muscles　tensed　in　anger。
Having　been　stripped　of　his　blessed　armour；　and　with　his　flesh　covered　in　the　hellish　wounds
inflicted　on　him　by　the　ministrations　of　the　haemonculus；　Marduk　was　but　a　shadow　of　his　former
self；　but　still　his　bulk　and　strength　were　impressive　to　behold。　He　advanced　towards　the　arc　of
enemy　warriors　with　his　head　held　high；　determined　to　face　his　fate　defiant　and　proud　to　the　end。
Marduk　grinned；　as　he　called　the　darkness　forth。
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Never　before　had　Marduk　felt　such　power　as　coursed　through　him　now；　and　he　felt　the　presence　of
the　darkling　god　of　Chaos；　Slaanesh；　surge　into　his　being；　almost　shattering　Marduk’s　sanity　with
the　full　force　of　its　potency。
Mardu