Living up to our Reputation
The Daemon Prince of Slaanesh Interrogator Thirl accidentally summoned rips him apart. And, with that, both are gone.
Thirl is gone, his mutant hordes are mown down or charred, and Assassin Clorr is in two pieces. '300 dead bodies, and not one of them is ours.'
'We once again exemplify our mantra: kill everything that isn't us.'
'Not only that, but a gate to hell was opened, and we neither opened it nor got dragged in to it.'
'It's a pity we didn't get to fight the Daemon Prince. It would have been an interesting...'
'...death?'