The Lictor is the vanguard assassin of the great devourer, a stealthy horror bred to stalk ahead of the swarm and mark worlds for consumption. Its chameleonic hide bends the light around it, rendering it all but invisible until the moment it strikes, and its towering frame ends in a nightmarish array of scything talons, rending claws and grasping feeder tendrils.
Lictors are among the most cunning of all bio-forms, operating alone and unseen far from the synaptic web that governs lesser creatures. They lurk in shadow and ruin, ambushing sentries, dragging victims into darkness and feasting upon their prey, absorbing the memories and knowledge of the devoured to relay back to the Hive Mind. Through this grisly communion, an approaching fleet learns the strengths and weaknesses of its next meal.
A harbinger of doom for any world it touches, the Lictor is the herald of the Tyranids, a silent scout whose presence means the swarm is near. To glimpse one is a curse, for it is often the last thing a soldier ever sees before the talons find him.