Judicators rain judgment from the God-King's own quiver. Their boltstorm crossbows and skybolt bows loose shafts of crackling celestial energy that punch through armour, hide, and heresy alike, thinning the enemy long before they reach the shield-wall.
Judicators are marksmen of eerie calm. Reforging strips fear from some souls and doubt from others; in Judicators it seems to have burned away haste itself. They draw, breathe, and loose with the patience of falling stars, and the enemies of Order learn to dread the sound of thunder with no clouds in the sky.
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