*Hopit possesses mind of a pathetic guardsman and sends him to sister*
You seriously tough I would mysef come to you? I shall speak trough this body.
FOR THE EMPEROR
Oh ffs. You can go then. I had a nice wee ambush set for you.
Sisters! Kill this Guardsmen anyway.
Why do I hear Chaos voices in my head?
Hold on though, if some Marines in a Landspeeder with an Assault Cannon turn Traitor, then they possess a Chaos Assault Cannon do they not?
@Hopit *Sends a psionic communique*: Leave the sister to me. And in return I will call off my war with you. Besides I have newer concerns to deal with.
*Speaks to Aquilina through her mind*
You know, you shouldn't be to kill happy. I mean after all that Guardsman might have been saved and returned to the front lines. Tell me, why do your sisters hate Chaos so? Is it truly for religious differences? Or is it something so much more?
Chaos is the essence of so many evils.
Chaos is my mortal enemy and I shall not rest until it is destroyed. I shall take pleasure in seeing every last one of your burnt.
Fitz Salnarville, Duke William's favourite knyghte,
To noble Edelwarde his life dyd yielde;
Withe hys tylte launce hee stroke with thilk a myghte,
The Norman's bowels steemde upon the feeld.
Old Salnarville beheld hys son lie ded, 235
Against Erie Edelward his bowe-strynge drewe;
But Harold at one blowe made tweine his head;
He dy'd before the poignant arrowe flew.
So was the hope of all the issue gone,
And in one battle fell the sire and son.
There is only war.