The plasma rifle hummed quietly in Calandis’s hands as he looked through the scope, calculating the distance between him, the sniper sitting in cover, and his target. Behind the dark glass of the helmet it was impossible to see his face, but it was calm and almost peaceful, like a hunter tracking down game. The Eldar huntsman slowly took aim, keeping his target at gunpoint as it advanced. This is his territory and there is no place for strangers here.