Tyranid Hormagaunts swarm, a tide of living nightmares ablaze with bioluminescent vitality. Razor-sharp claws slash through the air, leaving trails of iridescent menace in their wake. Agile forms, adorned in a spectrum of chitinous hues, move with predatory grace, a kinetic dance of chromatic ferocity. Their eyes, gleaming orbs of alien hunger, fixate on the battlefield, painting it with the vivid strokes of impending onslaught. Hormagaunts, a living kaleidoscope of terror, surge forth with a vibrant, predatory vibrancy.