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TalOS studied his brother’s face at the sheer desperation that was crossing is. The look of worry ruined the text which covered the entire face of his brother. Studying it TalOS wondered what it said, but really he did not care.
How could he really find himself caring when his anger was so powerful and profound that few could deny his mind.
“No Brother,” He needed to end things here so TalOS began his words, “Sorcery is what Magnus and our Father Practices. You can ask them yourself and they will tell you that is the truth.”
“You… you dare accuse our Father of being a Witch?” The curves and grooves that Lorgar held grew darker and much more wrothful as he looked upon TalOS with widening eyes of anger, “H-How can you say such a thing? Take those words back and I might forgive you.”
That was a threat, a real and true threat that Lorgar held as his soul was alight with fury. Was it wise to say the words TalOS was about to say next? TalOS did not think it was terribly wise but knew that if he faultered in his words now Lorgar would see it was a victory.
“Lorgar, I find such creatures repulsive by such a nature. So much so that I turned myself into a monster that shall eat their existence.” So TalOS spoke as he made his thoughts known, “Now let us-!”
TalOS did not get a chance to finish his words as a chair was slammed over his head. The Nanites which flowed through his blood quickly hardened the skin around his face and skull causing such an attack to be dampened to irrelevance. TalOS glared at his brother who was already swinging a fist to connect with the Fabricator General’s face with a clean connection.
TalOS’s face did not move when the impact was made. Lorgar’s face, which was covered in the relief of battle lust, turned as the Second Son of the Emperor felt Particep Semper’s demand.
TalOS‘s fist connected with Lorgar. The impact sent Lorgar stumbling back much to the surprise of the Primarch who thought his first strike would have been perfect.
Lorgar charged forward and made another strike upon TalOS, this time with the broken metal stump of a chair. Much like the chair this metal rod was once a part of the metal was quickly bent to the form of TalOS’s skull. TalOS did not hold back as the calculated strike sent Lorgar through a wall into the open streets of the Forge Spire.
