Only Jool had a goal he intended to meet. He battled his way through the shrieking hordes of Tyranids and their daemonic tormentors, onward, to where the great red daemon Ka'Bandha slaughtered the largest alien weapons beasts, carving away their heads with absurd care. His trophies toppled not downward from gouting necks, but fell upward into the vortex turning about the pillar of skulls.
'Ka'Bandha!' Jool shouted. 'Ka'Bandha! Fight me!'
The Angel's Bane did not hear him, so Jool forced further passage through the three-sided melee, weaving past a blood-crazed Dreadnought fighting a monstrosity composed entirely of screaming mouths. He felled a bloodletter grappling with one of his warriors, shot down a hound with a frill of skin around its neck that leapt at him. The Tyranids he ignored unless they directly confronted him.
'Ka'Bandha! Face me, in the name of the Great Angel! Fight me!'
At that the greater daemon did turn its apish face upon Jool. Yellow teeth in red skin grinned horribly at him. Yellow teeth like Jool's own, red skin like his own, and eyes that stared with the same intensity.
A single crack of leathery wings sent Ka'Bandha high over the fray. He landed bowed before Jool in a billow of dust, his fist planted firmly in the ground.
Growling, Ka'Bandha rose up, and spread his wings and weapons wide. He looked down upon the Chapter Master with ferocious mockery.
'Here I am Sentor Jool. I will fight you, though you are no Primarch'
