The Sin of Pride - Deathwatch

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After tearing its chest apart with his vicious assault, Ardelan punches his left hand into the torso of the expiring Tyranid, tearing what remains of its savaged heart from its chest cavity as Conall decapitates the monster with his huge sword.

Ardelan nods his respect to his brother-in-arms as the head rolls along the deck. He tosses the heart to the ground, his visage still a vision of calm. The urge to consume its heart and lifeblood is but a distant whisper in the back of his mind, his efforts entirely focused on working together with his brothers as a cohesive unit.

With that, he glances over the corpse, taking in the damage done, and he takes a few steps and retrieves the severed head, inspecting the damage done by Ivar's sniper rifle as he does so. He nods his thanks to Makradon and Naaman for their efforts, then strides over to Ivar, the Kill-Team's leader, still carrying the head of the beast.

"Brother Ivar; I believe this trophy is yours."

He drops its mangled head at his feet, his mouth almost forming a smile.