Even as the great enemy sauntered up the path, her voice crying out in native tongue, "COME! EMBRACE ME! EMBRACE YOUR DEATH AND THE TORMENT OF ETERNITY THAT FOLLOWS!" they stood firm. The answer to those remaining Eldar was swift and pointed. Rifles, lances, whatever they were armed with all trained on that greatest of evil.
The beast gave a cry shrill as any banshee's as she charged headlong into them. The combined firepower of the Eldar assembled seemed not enough to beat back her terrifying charge, and in mere moments she was among them, sword cleaving flesh from bone, whip tearing deep into men's bodies, and claws sheering away no less than limbs whole.