It took all of Minos' considerably diminished willpower not to simply lash out at anything and everything within arms reach once they were crammed together inside the bowels of the shuttle craft; every moment seemed like an eternity, his senses perhaps no longer enhanced by the power armour he had once worn but nevertheless he could smell the sweat, hear the heartbeats and [i]feel[/i] the gazes of both the Slaaneshi worshipping female and the shadow-clad Astartes boring into him... although both in very different ways.

In truth he thought of little more than endless bloodshed as this carnival of the damned heaved and grunted their various ways into the shuttle, the vehicle moving swiftly from the mothership and off toward the planet,  Minos deaf to just about everything until the rocket spiralled up from the surface.

As if on cue he gunned the blades of one of his weapons, having chained them both to thick braces bound about his wrists, keeping both low enough not to saw straight through Jack as he was flung about but causing one hell of a noise. It blended well with the shouts and yells, the steady feeling of a vastly quickened descent, and the sound of adrenaline and blood pounding in his bestial ears.

He even added to the false legionnaires laughter, opening his mouth to give a braying sound of his own, his lips peeling back to expose gums already reddened with his own lifeblood.

How he managed to remain upright on his cloven feet, his curling horns knocking against the roof of the transport as they sped through the ruins of the Old City, was a good question and answered simply by his Astartes physiology.

Eventually the vehicle came to a stop in the lower levels, the filth that made up the under-levels population believing that they had been given fresh meat at last. Oh no, it would turn out to be [b]very[/b] tough meat indeed.

“Blood for the Blood God!” Roared the warped World Eater, barging with all his might through the others, nearly crushing some of the mortal combatants in his haste, bouncing off of one of the Ogryns, before he ultimately half-charged half-fell out of the shuttle and into the space beyond, “skulls for the skull throne!”

The Nails bit into his mind, and his chain axes whirred to life in his hands.

This would be good.