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(Cyradon rolls 21 out of 13 needed for Push. No Miscasts).

No other threats appear in Hen’s direction; it seems the Possessed Marine is the only danger. As he observes its corrupted body, it appears there are great vents and open joints in its corroded, battered armour, places where wet, red daemonic flesh is exposed.

The Partisans continue to move onwards, Jerrios swiftly leading them through the clearing and trees, not bothering to look back as Tarkhan closes upon the battling Space Marines.

A great blast of force energy sends the beast reeling as it flies into the air, smashing through branches and slamming against the ground with a series of loud, hard cracking and et ripping sounds. Oozing ichor and burning mucus drip from the beast, which lets loose a pained howl as a sniper round blasts out one of its eyes, leaving the thing partly blind. As bolter fire rakes its armour, the creature is cratered by gore and viscera, but it does not fall. Instead it lunges forward again, this time managing to duck and weave between the spread of Boltgun fire as the Neverborn forces its host to move at near impossible speeds. It swipes out at the Blood Angels with razor claws, ignoring Hen and the Tech Priest.