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Fulgrim tried to go with a stab at the stomach, one of the places where the least amount of armor sat. As he tried though Perturabo was already slamming the stock of his warhammer into the Primarch was rebuffing the the attack and sending the Daemon back once again.
Distance gained, Perturabo released another furry of bolter fire into the Daemon. Now, with Fulgrim taking so many well placed hits, the bullets were starting to draw the purple blood that was characteristic of a Daemon of Slaanesh. After all, why bleed red if that would be a blessing to the Blood God Khorne?
“I will not be killed by you, you failure!” Declared Fulgrim as he rushed forward and tried to strike all four of his dagger-swords into the Iron Warrior.
Each of these attacks were perfectly aimed, going for joint within the armor of Perturabo that would give him some purchase. One was going for the depression point of the elbow, where a mesh of adamantine and plastic allowed for motorization. Two were going right for the face, with hope that the field that was protecting Perturabo would fail him just this moment. The final, shot for the gut.
Perturabo saw it coming and flexed his arm, causing the aim of that strike to harmlessly bounced off the hardened armor that was beyond even adamantine. The strike that was going for his gut did sink in, but the mesh that was protecting that part of his body caught the offending foreign object just inches from the skin.
As for those strikes going for the face, they had harmlessly bounced off a miniaturized Ironic Flare Shield that Perturabo had miniaturized and placed into his own power armor.
With a roar Perturabo took his offending hand that was shooting the Daemon and got a grip of Fulgrim’s face. With a mighty slams that shook Particep Semper, Perturabo repeatedly slammed Fulgrim into the chassis of the Titan. Each strike caused the loud shattering of a daemon’s bones to crackle through the air and make it known that Perturabo was delivering the Emperor’s Justice upon him.
Fulgrim tried to attack, to lash out with his many limbs at Perturabo. But as the Lord of Iron held his face tight there was no way for the Daemon Primarch to control his own limbs. Not when he was being treated like a snake in the hands of a deranged child.
Finally, Perturabo raised Fulgrim into the air and focused his eyes upon the bloodied face of his enemy. Always with a frown he growled, <span class="mu-s">“I. Never. Fail.”</span>
With those words Perturabo crushed the skull of Fulgrim with a single hand.
