[i]A rising growl escaped Kegorak’s throat like a peal of thunder. It was not one of aggression or annoyance, however. This was one of rumination and observation. Still, he spread his sense throughout the cathedral, soon beginning to pick away at the Executioner herself. He smelled the absence of fear, the child-like glee, the disregard for others. A gout of steam escaped the grilled muzzle of Kegorak’s helm. It was canine in design: it held the visage of Karanak — Khorne’s venerated personal Flesh Hound — in its crimson and bronze lacquer. Dim blue light flooded the glass of the eyepieces, and two horns rose from the sides of the helm. The fine marble beneath Kegorak’s feet was cracking under his impressive weight and each minute shift he made as he continued to scan the room made the cracks branch out like the roots of a tree. Beneath his helm, Kegorak wore a full suit of crimson and brass armor, with overlapping plates of Adamantium and Ceramite. Joints were protected by growths of spikes — whether Chaos-spawned or entirely man-made was anyone’s guess. Bas-reliefs of snarling daemons covered the left mighty pauldron of his armor, as well as a few other minor areas. The “wings” of his Power Cell located on his back were topped with bleached skulls, each wearing a cloak of their own flayed hides. Various other fetishes covered the armor: more skulls, hides of great beasts, tally marks counting kills, and some unidentified bones. In his right hand Kegorak held a Khornate Chainaxe, the head of the weapon wider than the Executioner herself. The Berzerker’s left hand was significantly larger, yet held no detriment to speed almost. The eight-pointed star of Chaos was layered on the back of the fist in a sheet of bronze metal. A chainblade extended from the bottom side of the fist, sharing a similar design to the Axe. What seemed to be a sidearm or pistol of sorts was clamped to his right thigh as well, and a gigantic sword was sheathed on his back in black leather that grasped for whatever light it could to devour. Kegorak made a noise again, then he spoke. [b]”What is your name, slayer?”[/b] His voice sounded as metallic as the blood that clung to the walls of the (previous) place of worship like a miasma.[/i]