The Masque of the Soaring Spite dances the most aggressive of all the Harlequins' repertoires, its performances built upon fury, momentum and the joy of the killing stroke. Where other Masques favour misdirection and patience, the Soaring Spite descend like stooping raptors, their jetbikes and skimmers screaming from the webway to shatter the foe before a single shot can answer. Their players embody the wrath of the Laughing God against those who wronged the Aeldari, and they take a fierce delight in the swift, spiteful reckoning of battle. Every engagement is choreographed as a headlong assault, blades and star-bolas striking in a blur of colour and motion, the enemy dead before they grasp what has befallen them. Allied Craftworld hosts prize the Soaring Spite as shock-troops without equal, though even they find the Masque's ferocity unsettling, for these are dancers who have made an art of sudden, gleeful slaughter.
Order of battle
