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TalOS gave his brother a devilish smile as he took a moment to download a set of data into his mind. The Mechanicum has a vast amount of battle techniques in its archives and TalOS wanted to give his brother one hell of a good sport for the purposes of this coming fight.
Being what TalOS knew for sure was a powerful fighter, Leman Russ quickly noticed the change in TalOS’s demeanor. Subtle changes within his muscles and mechanics was something that someone fighting thousands of battles in his lifetime could tell. For TalOS, who had only done twenty three, knew this fact.
With a charge forward TalOS charged forward with his right hand as a hook towards his brother. The other took the hit, for my rolling into the hit Leman Russ was able to dodge the serval Mechanrites that had attempted to skewer him where he previously stood. For his troubles Leman Russ took a left hook into TalOS’s right shoulder.
TalOS felt a moment of pain but kept his footing as three mechanrites quickly slammed themselves into his brother’s own right shoulder. Light red crimson flew into the air as two of the three found the purchase that they were looking for.
With the paing given Leman Russ quickly brought his leg around and swept one of TalOS’s feet from underneath the Primarch. However instead of falling, the Primarch’s flailing Mechanrites quickly jammed themselves into the ground as a stabilization while also giving TalOS the ability to slam his left hand into the back of Leman Russ.
A massive crack of power came from the attack as Leman Russ gave a growl. However instead of going down for the count Leman quickly rolled and placed himself five feet away from his brother. He was however given no quarter as TalOS had launched himself with his left hand ready to crush one of the Wolf Lord’s windpipes.
In such a moment the Wolf Lord had to reach forward and grabbed onto his brother’s metal arm. Finding the force behind it unstoppable he had to use the momentum to bring himself to the other side and allow his brother to slam into the floor. The cost of this was the sting of six mechanrites into the flesh. The Primarch of the Sixth Legion made sure he did not come out the exchange without a price and jabbed into the shoulder of TalOS a sickening elbow.
And like that the two had brought a moment’s breath with Leman Russ once again on the disengage. The Wolf Lord was already panting like the dog he was while TalOS only allowed moments of his flame exhaust systems to kick in.
TalOS could not help but see the glint in the eyes of his brother.