The Imperial Knights march to war as a banner of towering war-engines — two to four plasteel-and-adamantium titans, each a multi-Wound walker that strides over the battlefield and crushes rival soldiers underfoot. Where other forces field ranks of bodies, a Knight Household fields engines, and asks each one to be worth a whole warband.
Every war-engine is obscenely durable, wearing an armoured ceramite hull and shielded by the directional Ion Shield — an invulnerable field the pilot swings to cover a single arc each round. Beneath the striding legs runs a thin household crew of human Sacristans, who dart between the feet to weld a breached hull and re-raise a downed shield. The titans fight by facing, arc-of-fire and the titanic stomp: they win every exchange their declared shield can reach, and lose every footrace across the ground.
The Household is few, and each of its warriors is a cathedral that walks and kills — but a cathedral cannot stand in two places, and its shield faces only one way. Left to fight surrounded, out-marched and swarmed from the flank and rear, a war-engine is only its fixed hull against the flood, and even a titan of ten thousand years can finally be pulled down.