Havok Smith Trelok Olethros strode forward on heavy footfalls, shaking the earth as his hulking figured stalked from beyond the shadows cast by the weak lumines. His form was a debauched mockery of the blessed ceramite armor of the Emperor’s angels. Armor the color of heat warped metals, jagged and rusting. No two pieces seemed to fit together, a ruin of welded metal half melted and hammer to loosely fit into place. In one hand, held an axe of molten bronze, a daemonic visage embellished atop its jagged blades. The other arm didn’t hold the brutalized chain cannon but was attached at the elbow of the beast held by a mess of chains and wires.
A single brazen soul charged at the monument of Ruin, with the cry of defiance favored by mortals.
“For the emperor!” He yelled as he ran forward, his bayonet fixed with intent to kill. The mortal was within arms length of the enemy before the Iron warrior stomped his life out with speed that should have been impossible for a creature of his size.
A deranged laugh distorted by vox interference into a monstrous growl echo from Trelok’s tusked helm, firing his arm mounted cannon into the air at nothing in particular, grinding the mortal man’s body into a thick red paste under his boot.
Half a second later is when those horrors he led leapt from the shadows.
My boy Trelok rendered by the great @preatorcaezar
