Information flooded through him, the cortical-dendrites filtering it through portions of his brain that normally went unused, allowing him to feel every part of the gigantic machine as though it were an extension of his own flesh. He grunted as the momentary, icy pain of connection passed through his brain, but relaxed as he felt the body of the Titan become one with his own. Then he could see them fully: incredibly fine silver wires, each no thicker than a human hair, yet capable of carrying vast amounts of information.The clamps gripped his head firmly as the silver wires descended and penetrated the corners of his eyes, worming down past his optic nerve and into his brain, where they finally interfaced directly with his cerebral cortex. He braced himself for the momentary pain of connection as they slid across his cheek like silver worms reaching towards his eyes. Jonah heard the hiss of the neck clamps as they slid from the side of the headrest, and, from the corners of his eyes, he could see slithering slivers of metal emerging from the clamps. He rejected it, instead intending to engage in a more subtle approach.- Hammer & Anvil He had considered obliterating the rover on the approach, killing it and everything within using a barrage of missiles from the launchers in the towers. Now, through some process that Ferren could not know but did not doubt was Tegas’s fault, the Sisters of Battle had come searching the deserts and traced his superior’s route back to this place.Ferren calculated his options within a microsecond, evaluating and considering all possibilities he could see, and discarding those that did not suit him. It was not enough that the questor had come here and overturned the careful order of things the tech-priest had set up within the compound. The bullet-timing feats are fine for the most part, most of them actually being characters explicitly dodging, blocking, or hitting bullets/bolt shells fired at them.įerren sent furious streams of machine-code across the local network between himself and his adepts, trying to correlate and forecast the motions of the Sororitas, but like so many things commanded by the drives of organics, they were difficult to predict.At first, the unforeseen arrival of the females had sent him lurching towards a panic spiral. Most of these have to do with a person processing information within a certain timeframe which wouldn't be considered a reaction feat as they aren't moving to really react to anything, just processing that information in their minds. You'll find that most of these higher end feats are technically "reaction" feats but not in the sense that's applicable on the wiki. That's not to say the blog itself was used for scaling, but it was where most of the feats were collected that supported FTL and MFTL+ combat and reaction speed so it's important to debunk them first before proposing any changes. In this section, I'm going to be going through Matthew Schroeder's whole 40K speed feats blog and debunking them since it's what was previously used in determining most of the character's speeds. Unable to move, Rafen watched in horror as the Apostle drew the last reserves of psionic energy from within himself and channelled them into the humming crozius. Arkio fellin a heap, barely able to hold on to the spear. The compact fusion reactor and the back plate of his armour, all went away in a flood of hurt. The fan of blades locked into the cables and fastenings that held Arkio’s backpack in place and severed them. Iskavan, infinitely older and more heartless than the young Blood Angel, did not hesitate to follow the blow and struck once more. A solid hit spun the Marine in place and he stumbled. The Apostle savagely returned the attack and found a tiny gap in Arkio’s defence. Iskavan’s weapon warped the air around it with redolent malevolence and the two warriors went back and forth across the slick decking, blood jetting from wounds where blades made brief contact.Īrkio struck Iskavan’s bleeding stump with the blunt end of the spear and he let out a sound that chilled the marrow. “You will injure no more of my brothers,” said Arkio, his voice carrying.Iskavan roared a battle cry and sent rods of lightning at the youth.Īrkio knocked them away with the Spear of Telesto and in a flash he was at the Word Bearer’s throat, the lance slamming into the crozius with shrieks of tortured metal.
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