Stilheim revved up his eviserator with a blood thirsty roar, and charged at the nearest cluster of heretics. He impaled one with a wet splutter, pulled it to the side, slicing the fool nearly in half, and evisarated another unlucky cultist with a baleful prayer on his lips.
Stilheim got clipped on his arm, but he hardly registered it as his blood was running hot with adrenaline.
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