Frey sprang up, twirling his staff in his hand. He kneeled over Fulgrim in a defensively poor stance, the ornamental sharp bit of his staff pointed at his throat.
Frey stepped back, lowering his staff. The Overlords were already acting? Merde. Frey wondered if he should disclose what he knew - as well as his secret to someone. But who? That line of thought was sidelined for the moment, until he could fugue out what Fulgrim's plan was.