Ihorangi's laugh sounded like the shriek of an attacking bird in his warform. Ah well, nothing is perfect, whatever Solars claim. Perfection is an illusion, since even the Chosen of Luna cannot do all they want.<br/>"Surrender now, mortals, and keep your lives!"<br/>A kick to the face accompanied his words. A soldier tried to raise a buckler, but flew away from the impact. Ihorangi didn't even look at him to see if he had dropped him unconscious. Instead, he moved with perfect speed, fleet-footed, three times as fast as a mortal runner...<br/>which he employed to kick another man's feet from under him. Then he got back to the first mate and stomped his head in. The sound of breaking bones was clear to everybody around. All soldiers knew it, and detested it.<br/>Then the carapaced bird-human turned back to the soldiers. His form not only looked made to kill, it was towering above them.<br/>"...or die screaming. It's your choice. I will only offer you a honourable surrender once!"<br/>His anima banner, flying high above him, gave him the look of something from a mortal's worst nightmares.