A Render is what the Scourge makes when it finds a warrior worth keeping. The Chitin Warhosts were a shell-world fighting race — big, plated, born to break things — and the parasite kept all of it and threw away the parts that pause. It cracked the carapace, threaded itself through the gaps, and aimed the result at the nearest thing worth destroying. A gunner gets one clean look before it hits the wall: low, wide, moving faster than that much shell has any right to, green light bleeding from the seams. Nobody calls it by the name it used to have. On the line, it's just the part of the wave that gets there first.
