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Over the days of fighting, the deluge of blood waned and Strygwyr did struggle against many of the larger Tyranids especially. But his relentlessness wore on and one body after another fell to the ground. 

Finally as the swarm faded to nothing, Strygwyr's consciousness began to return to his own, and he stood in the field of death alone, panting. Something felt different. He looked up to the sky and reached up his blades in praise of and in search of his goddesses, except the will of a single, male god seemed to respond to him, silencing the voices of his own deities. Strygwyr growled and roared at the betrayal. "You! Who are you that steals the blood from the Twins! Gyahh!!" A painful power struck him, as if in punishment, forcing Strygwyr to his knees. As he struggled in anguish, the god Khorne made his dominance known and re-possessed him. Strygwyr could not deny himself. "I thirst..." He uttered and got up to find some being to kill again. He had to keep killing, until his new god ceased to demand it. he strode off to the city of the clones, his rampage turnign on them.