On the fringes of the hive city of Cappadocia, the white haired, thin and effeminate man danced to march of the mutant's march. Hundreds, thousands of both sanctioned and unsanctioned mutants were marshalling to the drums of war. The immaculate army of the Grendel would soon march to topple the bastion-precinct of the Adeptus Arbites, cutting the world off from releasing a distress signal. The Grendel's benefactors in the hive spires had been...worked towards a public relations campaign to minimize the workings of the lower hives until then. The Grendel would then laugh a horrifying, rictus-grinned laugh as she turned on the high and mighty, leading the lowborn to take what was rightfully theirs. "Grendel-Khan," a binary-voiced, duel-headed mutant named Brax and Torx said in unison. "The first shipment of munitions have arrived," the mutants grinned. "With what we have forged by hand, we have enough weapons to begin at your command." The white-haired Grendel smiled, licking it's lips with a snakes tongue. "Yesss, sooonn," The Grendel lisped, with expectation. "Soooon indeed!"
