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Then he noticed a low growl from behind him, the sound of a machine not at rest, but rather of a creature born of metal. Glancing back, one of the turrets of the closest Leman Russ battle tanks moved slowly. Smiling meekly, Palidrus knew this beast well. As he turned to face the machine, Palidrus raised a single hand to touch the tank. In the dim shadows, the dark grey tank was lined in maroon and hundreds of bloodstains coated the front of the tank. The hatches within which the crew had been sealed shut, and Khornate runes inscribed upon its frontal armour plates.
"Ah, Il'rain, I thought you were lost, but it appears you are here, I can remember when I cast you into the shell of this Leman Russ" As he moved around the front of the tank, he noticed the massive shackles that bound the machine. "These mortals don't understand what you are, and deem they need to bound you, old friend" ushered Palidrus. Lifting his heavy chainsword, he placed it above one of the chains. As he pressed the activation stud, he noticed the growl from the tank slowly grow in strength.
As the heavy chains fell to the floor, he noticed the excitement grow. "Save your excitement, battle with be soon…"