The foul plots of Malignus and Embra were put to the test by the might of the Imperium. It may have been their shortcoming, expanding so wide and fast to have brought so much coveted attention toward them. Indeed, even a famed Slaaneshi Warband had touched planetside, and were perhaps in the very vicinity of the Tzeentchian Cult Uprising's spearheads themselves. Following in Embra's shadow, Malignus cackled and cracked his neural whip at the scattering and panicking crowd before them. With his second right arm, protruding grotesquely like a sprouting tree through his original right arm's lower bicep, he wielded this whip and used it to spread a path before him and his fellow collaborator. In his upper right arm, he clung to a plasma pistol which he more than often used to intimidate any distraught cultist or panicked civilian who tried to grow a pair of stones and attempt any acts of thievery against him or Embra. 

As they continued down to a lower part of the hive, a frustrated bead of sweat drooped down his face. His crimson and violet feathered wings fluttered against the constricting, although concealing, patchwork purple robes he adorned. 

"You know, mi'lord..." He chuckled. "I welcome the presence of these corpse-worshipping dogs, things were streaming along too narrowly and were becoming predictably constant when our uprising first began." He flashed a jester-like smirk to Embra. 

"I revel in this...sporadic chaos they have sparked with their arrival. Our [i]Lord[/i] will be most pleased with this turn of events. Things are finally [i]changing[/i] rapidly now moreso than they have in a [i]long[/i] time!" He stated, snickering all the while. 

As the crowd slowly thinned up ahead, he took to leveling himself shoulder by shoulder next to his colleague. He had changed his stance, however he knew with such uncertainty ahead there wasn't quite much they could do in terms of preparing. He would have suggested they take cover, hide inside one of these rooms or stores or taverns, perhaps retreat down lower into the hive. Instead he prepared himself to draw his weapons and stabilize his mind as he awaited instruction from Embra.