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There was not much time for them after the Overlord made his declaration of War. Indeed at this very moment everyone within the chambers were under his whim as they were the attacker. As many in old eras would say, one did not need to agree to war to make it truly a war. One only needed the capability to strike at the other.
As this was understood TalOS knew it was time for him to act.
+Perturabo!+ TalOS announced in their communications a few moments before he knew that such vocal discourse was going to be cut by the presence of his deity, +You take down the Overlord, I shall face the Machine God.+
There was no words from Perturabo, only a scream of anger and he threw himself in the direction of the threat. The Primarch of the Iron Warriors was always someone who was more controlled by his emotions than he would allow others to think. As this was the case, when his personal idea of how the Galaxy was structured was now proved unequivocally false, he fell upon the warfare of vengeful anger that he had always adopted himself with.
Upon his warcry all Astartes that were still among the ranks, let them be children of Perturabo himself or TalOS, threw themselves behind the Primarch as they made a single straight forward dash towards the Overlord.
As his brother charged forward of course the Machine God himself would move to block the way. The being, so magnificent in standard, was here being treated like a pawn in the great board of this war. Indeed, it only served to show that the God of the Mechanicus was being simply a puppet to the Overlord.
Quickly TalOS crossed the floor just as his brother tried to do. Within a matter of second he found himself before the Machine God with his Axe going for a strike against the being’s legs. Easily TalOS made contact with the strike, but just as contact was made TalOS could feel the sense of reality being torn apart as the simple mechanisms that had up the attack losing all force.
Upon his contact the rest of the room had made contact with their forces. The Astartes acting as a spearhead making contact with the smallest piece of enemy forces. The rest for the forces present were but ranged fights between the forces of the Mechanicum pressured against hours of fighting against the immortal soulless machines of the Necrons.
