The Red Corsairs roar into the fray in a storm of stolen ships and screaming bolter fire, black-and-red warriors surging forward with pirate fury and the hunger of outcasts who live only for plunder and bloodshed. The White Scars answer with blinding speed, bike squadrons howling across the battlefield as hit-and-run volleys strike like lightning and vanish, the Khan’s sons laughing in the wind of the charge. Reckless aggression collides with merciless momentum, and the battlefield becomes a wide, open killing ground where predation is matched by freedom that refuses to be caught.