Noise Marines often advance towards their foe whilst sending out a wall of noise before them. While this allows them to better savour the impact of their shots, it also leaves them prone to counter-attack. For followers of Slaanesh, this prospect is not without benefit. Their heightened senses and reaction time allow Noise Marines to strikedown all but the most nimble of foes before they even get a chance to land their own blows. What is more, the Noise Marines delight not only in inflicting pain, but also in experiencing it. It is pure exhilaration to feel an Ork’s choppa cleaving into the meat of your body, and the ripples of agony that accompany a Hormagaunt’s slicing claws are a shudder-worthy delight to savour in their own right. Some of the Slaaneshii warriors opt for close combat weapons exclusively, enjoying the buzz of the chainsword and its shrill screams as it grates upon bone or armour. One such formation was that led by the infamous Noise Champion Volupus. A son of Chemos, Volupus went off to form his own warband: the Flickering Blades. These warriors strode into combat wielding lithe swords that sung a song of death with every swing. From out of their twisted armour stretched numerous writhing tongues, each mutant maw licking its lips in lewd anticipation of the blood-splattering of close combat. It is at close range that a Noise Champion can unleash his most formidable weapon. The doom siren can shoot out pure sound so horrible it can liquefy an opponent’s innards and melt his very brain. The champion’s warcry to Slaanesh is amplified into a soundwave that can blast a path of sonic death – its shriek bursting out of great grille-vents and vox-casting speakers surgically embedded or grown within the champion’s skin.
