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Fury, rage, and above all unceasing fury came through the mind of Perturabo. He did not know at this moment what he was doing, but it was to strike out against the fool who had called damnation upon his person.
Perturabo at some point in his life trusted Calliphone. Thought her to be something close to love that he could be close to. She was sharp whitted and capable of somewhat approaching the mental fortitude of a Primarch. It was the attempted assassination against her that had spurred his conquest of Olympia which had brought about the several centuries of peace that the planet enjoyed.
To think that she would not only mock him for his service to the Imperium, but to Dammekos. Dammekos got what he wanted in the end, domination over Olympia, only that the fool was then placed under the one who was the greatest mankind could ever offer. The fool would have been slaughtered by the Iron Warriors if Perturabo had not been upon the planet before hand.
Perturabo was a mercy that the people did not realize was given to them.
To even consider that they still openly worshiped the Gods was something that he should have stopped so long ago. But he had not for he had not cared to. Obviously he was wrong as his once intelligent sister was taken up by the reigns of that damning faith.
But really he could not blame the faith, he could only blame her. She did not realize that ultimately it was Perturabo who gave them such freedoms in the first place.
Slowly Perturabo began to escape his rage’s prison. He could feel his fights make contact with a sort of metallic stone that was so hard to batter. He could feel a series of strikes against his own flesh that were so powerful that it could have broken his skin. But that only meant that he needed to fight in a different method.
INstead of trying to tear apart flesh he began battering and bludgeoning. Hitting as much surface area as he could with the most amount of force. Ib addition to this pulls and slams were easily able to go over the resistance of this metal for it was only meant to defend against the piercing of a gunshot.
After throwing the person about for what must have been a minute Perturabo raised the head to his chest and pulled. The power armor he had designed screamed as so much force was being generated that it would shatter so many of the hydraulic systems.
He was awarded with a screech of metal being severed, just in that moment Perturabo felt the fog ebb away from his vision. But just as he was satisfied, he looked into his hands to see the severed head of TalOS within his hands.
