Perilinae calmly strides to the armor none have left to guard. He spends a few moments running his slender hand over its surface and then proceeds to encase himself in it. Voices travel through his head at the speed of light as he struggle sfor control of the armor. Before anyone save Darakumn knows what is happening he has flown out the escape hatch in the roof.
Darakumn follows him at speed, but can not seem to catch him. The legends seem to be right on one point once the seer was encased nothing could hold its own to stop him. Perilinae was growing ****her away by the minute, the distance between the two lengthening every moment. Ahead he sees something he had not thought possible.
Perilinae swoops from the sky like an eagle leveling for the kill at the Inquisitor below. The Inquistor with glowing eldar runes no less. Oh how he was beginning to hate this legend, for now he knew where he stood in it.
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