I saw him. I saw the Starving Kreiger. I had heard the stories about him, how he can kill an astares, or take down one of those, corna, carna, carnifexes by himself. I thought they were just rumours, like you hear about Cypher, or Commissar Fuklaw.
But I saw him. And he was terrifying. The nids attacked us at dusk, the sound of thousands of clawed feet chattering against the rocky ground, when he appeared. Just as the wave of living death was about to crash upon us, he leapt forward, his gangly limbs lashing out, spearing nids left right and center. I lost sight of him, only for him to appear right beside me, and grab a gaunt around the neck, saving me. With a sickening crack, he turned its spine to jelly and threw it aside, continuing his way down the trench. I followed him. Don't ask me why, but I did.
He saves us. He saved so many of us. I watched as he took a talon to the chest, to protect the captain. I saw him continue on, prying a gaunt off the voxman, throwing it so hard at one of the bigger creatures, it splattered across its armour.
The emperor protects us, and The Starving Kreiger, is his tool.