Sypher is caught by surprise as the titanic drop-pod smashes to to ground, the shockwave throwing him several feel backwards. As he picks himself up he watches three titanic shapes rip the thing open and scuttle into the open.

"All righty, a bit of an interlude, then." Cupping his right hand to form a protective shield about himself, Sypher jumps and flicks himself through the air with his left, arcing straight for the rightmost Defiler. It raises one huge claw to bat him away, but he swerves aside at the last moment, slowing himself and grabbing onto the oil-slick surface of the defiler's torso. With a poke in the demon's direction Sypher elongates his fingers into talons, pulling himself up onto the thing's top.

The Defiler's head - a giant bronze helm - turns to glare at him, pink warpfires burning in its eyes, and the half-demon grins and gives it one clawed finger.

There is a shriek like sheets of metal being torn in two, and one of the huge claws swipes at Sypher. He leaps aside, down the back of the thing, embedding his hands into a tangle of pipes and other esoteric machinery. It feels less like a machine than a living thing, its metal skin alive with a disturbing throb, its tubes and pipes remeniscent more of entrails than of energy-feeding systems. Angered at this flealike intrusion, the Defiler shakes its torso, rearing up on two legs and flailing helplessly with its giant claws. Whipping from side to side, it almost throws Sypher off, but he digs his claws in and reaches.

Deep within the Defiler a warp-Daemon growls, and Sypher finds it there in its lair, reaches out with the demon half of his mind and touches it. The Defiler shrieks in anger as Sypher begins to siphon off its energy, power snapping across the Defiler's rear, and once again he can feel the energy coursing through him.

But there's a strange taste to this power, a Warp-flavor, a daemon taint. He can recognize it now - it was in all the boltshells, although in a diluted state - the power of Chaos. Although he's absorbing it, this Chaos power just won't lie still. He can feel it infusing him, crawling up and down his spine, whispering in his ears, the voices increased, a thousandfold more insistant. He can feel power now like he's never felt it before, the all-encompassing, all-consuming power of Chaos. He feels a sudden strange urge to let tentacles sprout from his midriff, to grow several long tails from his feet, to sprout long, serrated horns.

Sypher grins a needle-toothed grin and leans into the ultraviolet power of Chaos.

NO!

Something deep and profoundly bass roars at the edge of perception. There is a roar and a thwump and a burst of pink light and feedback, and the twitching Defiler is thrown forwards, a smoking hole in its rear, as Sypher is blasted backwards. His mind burns as he flies, and he's barely conscious enough to stop himself as he slams into the ground on his back. The power of Chaos still rifling through him, Sypher groans slightly and closes his eyes, just for a moment.