Some of that came from their sheer size, the colossal heft of their ancient weapons, but there was more to it than that – the way they moved, the barely conscious arrogance of their gait and bearing. They were earthbound gods, creatures of myth rendered into flesh and metal. Everything they did – every move of that impossibly fine armour, every fractional turn of those high helms – spoke of silent but constant disappointment, of being shackled to a plane that was unworthy of them and yet in which they were still compelled to serve.
