The Tomb Blade has a curious motion for a craft of its design, eschewing the arrow-straight attack vectors of other jetbikes and fighter craft. It often corkscrews across the battlefield rather than taking a more direction approach. No flesh and blood pilot could ever hope to contend with such an anarchic approach without succumbing to blackouts and nausea, but such hazards have no hold over machines. Tomb Blades often operate far ahead of the main army, striking at lightly defended positions, supply convoys and other targets of opportunity. Such is the Tomb Blade’s unpredictable advance that the piercing whine of its dimensional repulsors is often the only clue to its approach. Astute enemies dive for any cover they can find; others disintegrate as the air around them explodes in a blaze of unstable energy.