1 Codex Harlequins
Swift beyond belief and impossibly agile, Harlequins glide through combat like silk streamers in a hurricane. As they close with the foe, the Players are in steady motion, a revolt of prismatic colour that dazzles the senses. The oncoming Harlequins sprint, bounce and weave, the blades and blasts of their terrified enemy whistling around them to little effect. To the untrained eye, the onset of a Harlequin masque is a riotous confusion of sound, colour and violence that to the sophisticated Aeldari senses displays clear patterns. Every second is orchestrated, each Player knows implicitly how and when their comrades will strike. This is combat made art and art made war, combat fought with ideal rhythm and meaning, and it is as deadly as it is spectacular.