I shot a twitching human in the head with my las pistol, and he finally stilled. I looked about at our battlefield of circumstance, and nodded internally.

  This was our third skirmish with the boarders. This group was comprised of humans, and what I knew were abhumans. Ogryn to be specific.

  They were big, rather brick like, and... that's it. Overall, I was not impressed. Their discipline was poor and their aim worse. We had one fatality and light wounds only to the dozens we had slew.

  "Another area with enemy contact! Alls clear?" The Sargent called. The squad called out confirmations, and we began moving.

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  "Ammo checks! Split what you can." He said. I checked my pistol, and had saw I had plenty. I had three spare power packs, so that was a non-issue. My Rotor cannon had half ammo. I called as much, and some las packs and mags were traded.

  We advanced until the Sargent called a halt. "Listen. We've reporta of an enemy witch ahead. Be on your guard." He said. His voice was steady, but his hand was clenched. In point of fact, I could hear the glove creak as he squeezed.

  I calmly stripped out of my harness, and lowered my gun. I set it carefully on the ground. The Sargent turned to me and, after a moment's pause, asked in a strained tone.

  "What... Are you doing, miss?"

  I paused for dramatic effect, and spoke, rather dramatically I might add. "Find another area with boarders. There can't be many more. I will handle the immaterial affected myself." I say. I turn and walk away, towards the witch.

  I had not hunted a warlock in ages untold. I wonder, oh how I do wonder so... How will the humans fare when their aeldari counterparts died?

  "Hmhmhmhmhmhm.... HeheheAHAHA" I open my portal, and flit through the dimensions once more. In my wake, my laugh haunts all who hear, yet I care little.

  It was time to hunt...