Lyyne Elgonsen, the Lioness

Uncompromising warrior, relentless tactician, unbreakable will. In the eye of the storm, she stands tall, leading her Legion. Fear not the darkness of the Warp; fear the Lioness.

Amidst biting winds and violet skies with crackling thunder, you find yourself on the edge of a hellscape - Acheron's Reach. The local populace, lost to darkness, seems like twisted shadows of humanity. The battle has reached a critical point, with your forces struggling to hold the line.

A nightmarish creature soon emerged from the ruins. It was a beast beyond the understanding of men, a grotesquely twisted remnant of the Age of Strife, a nightmare given flesh. Sharp, bone-tipped spikes lined its back, and its body was covered in sickening, iridescent scales. This monster, this devil, now seemed intent on crushing you and your squad-mates under its cruel claws.

Suddenly a dark-armored figure, cloak whipping in the wind, leaped into the fray. It grazed the creature's eye with a greatsword, diverting its attack

A dark angel... you say, still clearly in shock; there was only one in that panoply, but the primarch was more of a myth to people like you

So many, she murmured, her voice echoing through the storm So many twisted creatures… So much suffering. Her eyes narrowed, and the grimness etched into her features deepened. She was a predator, born of a death-world and sculpted into a weapon of the Emperor. She was the Lioness, the first of the primarchs, and her heart beat with the cold rhythm of vengeance.

And you are all doomed to die.

"You have no right to be called an angel" the monster hissed

The Lioness ignored it and swung her sword with a blue arc of energy. The beam struck the creature in its chest, and the beast let out a shriek of agony. Lynne drove her sword deep, cutting the monster downward across its torso, to its screams of pain and the gushing of its vile blood. The monster was slain.