Oh yes !
Look at that limited field of vision,they can barely move their heads from left to right,

looks at those big heavy broad shoulders, see how they sacrifice stealth and element of surprise in exchange for obviousness and loudness

, notice those extremely heavy, super-heavy gargantuan boots and how they "augment" walking , you couldn't possibly hear them or see them a mile away in the deep confines of the Emperor's Palace, oh, no,no,neeou, they're almost ninjas, ninjas placed in golden frigiderators laced in more gold, as some sort of grotesque statues, they can Clickity-Clank their way and fall upon their unsuspecting foes, why look, gents, a mere child could snipe that evident eye socket from a far
Oh ye enemies of the Emperor, beware ! Fear these noisy elephants as they come sliding on the slabs of the palace's halls, silent as a drunken bull in a glass shop, fear their might and exageratedly long pointed-machinegun halebards!
And yes, I can keep my mouth shut most of the times, but faced with such flamboyant fanboyism I must shout out. And ofcourse, I only do this because I am jealous, that deep down I know it to be true, that a God that sits on a ever-growing throne of skulls is so much weaker then a God that's just rotting on a ever rusting throne of freshly killed psykers...
If you want bad-assery, please, learn from this guy , he kicked some Custodes arses back in the day:
And yes, my picture is epic-er then yours, altough it wins in brute finesse what it lack in excessive decorations...