Now she's really - what's the human phrase, on a spin? On a roll? It doesn't matter. The lessons instilled by Thoiir are all coming back to her in full force. If only he could see her now, lecturing these Redsworn like a class of Vindicator candidates.

"The Annihilan," she starts, unable to prevent herself from sneering, "the so-called 'Pit Lords' are the military champions of the Legion. They are head and horns above any felguard in battle. You will know them on sight, for they have eight limbs - four legs, two arms, and two wings; a great scaly tail; and terrible tusks. The smallest among them are as big as the biggest draft horses, and they wield swords and axes with blades that are as long as a man is tall. Most are not cunning, but all can cut down a squad with one blow.

"I have yet to hear of a Pit Lord that was bested in single combat. They are difficult for even the most skilled armies to put down."