[center][h3][b][u]Paolo Piacere[/u][/b][/h3]
Primaris Psyker - Commander of Platoon 7 "Remnants"

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When Paolo rounded the corner. There were torrents of lasfire hitting all round the hallway darting and splashing off surfaces. So he moved to one of the few sallyports on either side of a blast door along with the bulk of the naval armsmen, dinner guests and chefs from the nearby kitchen. All of whome were armed with lasrifles and weapons of some kind or another.

Before he could muster his thoughts into an action plan he heard a commotion and the small force of voidsmen that were the front line a ways down the hall, had collapsed to an attack of demonic [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A6wB47irogo]entities[/url]. He felt a pang of guilt as he heard their terrified screams as they were cut apart by daemon blades. He knew that their souls would be damaged by such blades.

With the instincts of a commander he looked at the men around him. One of them, a waiter on the opposite side to him, looked ready to run. When he shook his head and began to turn and sprint off down the hallway trying to skip and jump over las bolts, Paolo extended one hand at him and the lascarbine with strap flew backwards like a kite into the air. The mans legs flew out from underneath him and he was stopped in his tracks and landed with a thump on his rear.

Then he heard a voice by his head:

"Sir i can see them"
The young Harakoni said before loosing a few shots down the opposite end of the hallway from his cut-down lasgun.
He turned to see the trooper
"There"
He was pointing at the waiter who was busy being shot in the back by cultists.
His eyes darted around the waiter and spotted the grenade clipped into his belt.
"I see them" he said quietly
Extending one arm with a flick of almost a super human speed the grenade flew out of the pocket and toward him.

"I DONT WANT TO DIE!" screamed the trooper
He looked back and the gangly daemons were already on top of them.
One flung his sword down at the young Harakoni with speed and intent,
The Harakoni went to block with his only weapon, his lasgun, and the blade swung straight threw it sundering it in two with a 'pop'.
"WITNESS YOUR DOOM-" screeched the Tzaangor
Which was cut short as about 4 harakoni issue combat knives, forks, carving knives and even a few other things unintended stuck into its ribcage and stayed there as though it was a pincushion.

You see, 

Paolo was a student of the psychic arts, 
Particularly with regard to warding incantations and most importantly; warding runes, 
Some of which he had painstakingly collected and inscribed onto his combat knives...

The Daemon Tzaangor erupted in a volcanic like aurora of purple blue smoke,
There erupted shouts and curses from others around as they engaged their own daemons in melee,
Amongst the chanting, Paolo could hear one voice unlike the others,

It was a deep and guttural chant and, worst of all, most frighteningly, Paolo recognized some of the words,
It was a psychic chant, 
Paolo dropped what he was doing and flung both his hands to his temples as he could feel the warp drawing and swelling near and around the reckless enemy psyker,
He [url=https://postimg.cc/ZB10Hb9Y]shouted[/url] the words 

"EX     NIHILO    NIL    FIT"!!

And, much like how an implosion nullifies an explosion, 
the expanding psychic energy disappeared with a "Phop" that made everyones ears de-compress, 

The Tzaangors behavior changed to this,