I'm going to paint them up as daemon hunters and will be posting the fluff for them as I progress.
Thought for the day:Angron is dead. He died long ago, on nuceria, at the battle for Desh'elika ridge, surrounded by the bodies of the high-rider scum, and that of his brothers and sisters, the gladiator-slaves.
The man who walked in his stead is a hollow thing, devoid of all but rage. It's only goal is destruction, it's only ambition blood.
It is a monster, birthed from the denied death that had so valiantly been earned.