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Sparks of light flied across the fields as the mighty spear of Mankind’s Apex attempted to score a hit upon the flesh of the Dragon. With a lifting of his hands the Dragon caused the universe to shutter as he initiated his authority upon the Universe. Several pieces of atoms within the sands below them reconfigured themselves into the hand of the defender.
He quickly met a strike by the Emperor which shuttered through both of their weapons. The metallic being quickly gave a thought and the glass tip of the weapon became an element that will shine its light within the current epoch at only this time. This moment was the weapon sending a stream of its light against the Champion of Mankind.
Much to the Dragons annoyance, the being who might as well be a God to mankind dodged the attack. The man threw himself off the horse which lost him his steed. At this the Machine God could taste the sadness and anguish that the Knight challenging him felt. It was a delicious taste that the Machine God only had the pleasure of tasting several epochs ago. Back when he was whole and fighting the War in Heaven.
This Champion of Mankind was truly an heir to the Old One’s legacy.
In this moment the Dragon began studying his target. The man was of the Warp and such blurred the vision of the Dragon’s sight to a certain extent. The Dragon recognized the man as a person named Michael, who in the future eras shall be named Saint for his deeds here today by those he shepard.
But the man before a living god was not just Michael. He was several beings who inhabited this simple rock within the galaxy. He was a Sorcerer King and he was a Prophet. He was a Warrior and now a Saint. Later he shall be a Politician and an Emperor.
One after another the Man struck the God, the two of them dancing a dance of warrior and beast. Several scrapes and even grooves appeared upon the Necrodermis of the God while the Emperor had several grooves sliced and his flesh torn.
The weapon that this creature, this god amongst Man, used against the Dragon was somehow able to harm the Necrodermis of the Machine God. Yet the Man of many names and faces could not keep the necrodermis shell upon the Machine God from healing itself and knitting together.
To this the Being admitted the man before him was of the same station. Unlike the Old Ones who were raised in a galaxy of peace this man was alive during the era of Gods. A time where he fought off numerous creatures of the Warp who attempted to gain some stake upon the soul of his people. So while the Dragon could once have defeated an Old One whose power was equal to this man, this man was skilled in the art of using his psychic arts as a tool for war.
It was a stalemate.
