The rev of a Chainsword was heard to your left, followed immediately by the...breaking...of a chainsword. You turn to see a figure, with a cloak the color of blood, it's body, muscular, onyx black with a concrete look to its skin, holding out an arm. And in the arm was an Ultramarine, desperately trying to free himself from the 9'8 figures grasp, to no avail. The figure raised his other arm, as it grew into an ancient-looking sword, and stabbed the Ultramarine trough and through. Destroying flesh and armor alike. The sword hand morphed back to its original form, and the figure threw the corpse without looking. It landed at your feet.