As the plague-spewing staff swings for him, the very warp distorts around the cloaked Grey Knight as he once-more disappears from where the worshiper had swung. Immediately appearing ten feet behind the cretin, Mordred chuckled slightly through his vox, distorted in it's own way.
"The darkness shall flee from the Light of the Emperor, his cleansing flame will sear you from this world."
"The darkness shall flee from the Light of the Emperor, his cleansing flame will sear you from this world."




parry 35 +10 balanced (72)