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The god gave a mighty roar as he quickly crossed the ground between the two of them. TalOS quickly realized the scale of the Avatar as he stood double the height of TalOS with flames that would threaten to make even stone catch alight. But to a Pariah the threat of psychic heats and magics were not a threat at all.
What was a real threat was the weapon that quickly went towards TalOS’s head.
In this moment TalOS felt his hands move, each symbol being made faster and faster than the last one. Then, within that moment, TalOS’s entire body moved at the same speed as the weapon allowing him to dodge with a single step.
TalOS looked upon his enemy at this moment and retrieved his Axe.
The next few strikes were a blur as TalOS was placed into a defense against the God. Each strike was taken against the axe as the hands of the Fabricator General were as fast as the God who was attempting to strike him down.
With a push of will TalOS finally had the chance and took a bite out of the monster that was attacking him. The bite being a figurative for his soul reaching forth against the being so that he can take part in it essence.
It was painful, extremely so. Whatever this creature was made of was not pleasent to the tastes of a Pariah and were likely designed to be so. In his disgust TalOS felt a lapse in his movement and the sword impacted his sternum. In response his nanites had hardened the skin to a mere scratch upon his flesh.
As for TalOS, he did not move. The weight of all the machines and flesh within the Primarch keeping his feet solid to the ground.
The power axe flickered to life until it suddenly became berserk. The weapon struck fast and hard without any care for what was realistically possible. The creature also did not take a wound, but it wisely chose to fall back as TalOS felt his flesh knit itself in an instant.
TalOS looked up towards his enemy, his eyes three weeks older than they previously were. Such was the method TalOS was quickly healing and bringing his body into a much more active state.
