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+Then I thank him for giving you such skill with the blade.+ TalOS answered his son with a powerful laugh. TalOS thought to himself for a moment before reaching out a hand, +J4G, mind if I borrow your sword?+
The Acillian looked at TalOS dead eye before quickly taking the weapon from the ground and placing it into the Parimarch’s hand. TalOS felt the blade in his left mechanical hand before moving it towards his right. It felt a little more correct in his right but the Primarch felt there would be no issue between either of them.
The Machine Spirit, even in such a simple weapon, seemed to hum in acceptance at its temporary master.
+Till whoever can strike first.+ TalOS told his son before taking a ready stance.
+Uh, yes Father.+ ERD0S’s calling out of ‘Father’ left something of a little guilt in the heart of TalOS. However with the Acillian closing in on five thousand bodies it was becoming more and more evident he will not be able to interact with them all.
It saddened the Primarch for a moment as he realized that.
The two were now preparing to strike at one another but none of them took the first move. TalOS in this situation the Primarch was waiting for his opponent to make his first move for a counter and it was obvious ERD0S was doing the exact same thing. It was a stalemate until one of them decided to go first.
The next instant TalOS’s machine spirits began to clock and create a series of analytics. Said analytics were trying to determine a proper method of countering the enemy and numerous versions demanded TalOS to use methods he was not going to use. After all, it was a disgrace to the Machine Spirits to use them against his own son.
Finally one selection was made and TalOS acted upon it while running towards his son. The man who stood before TalOS seemed almost stunned at the sheer action of stepping forward that TalOS felt he was going to lose because of the Magnificent's influence. Against the odds the Acillian quickly side stepped and brought around not a blade but a fist towards TalOS’s face.
TalOS was forced, thanks to the rules, to bring up his metallic right arm and defend from the strike. The clang of prosthetic against armor rang out throughout the room as TalOS deflected it with his left hand. Still TalOS’s actions were not for nothing as he blade was still rushing towards his son’s chest.
Quickly ERD0S brought up a blade and skillfully deflected the strike as he tried his damndest to not be struck. TalOS noted within seconds the style of deflection within his mind and was already categorizing it for later use. It would be useful if he had to fight something larger than himself for sure.
