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With that word the Primarch rose from his seat and began taking pieces of his ashe covered armor off. As if on cue the nearest Tech Priests, let them be of Lucius or his own, collected the almost completely discarded pieces from hitting the floor.
Covered in the ashes the other did the same, revealing to his brother a series of scars and augmentations that previously would have been unseen under the cloth of the Mechanicum. While unsteady TalOS handed the cloth to UZ1 who had quickly taken the field after the emergency chemical discharge that the Machine Spirits forced upon their user.
The two of them swayed as they walked to a quickly opened place between all the tables. The Wolf King no longer wore a single piece of armor and only sporting what could be described as casual clothing for the Primarch but was really a series of animal pelts all tied together.
As for Sanctus Dominus he sported only the leggings of his Mechanicum uniform. It was such a material that carried immensely less value than the cloth that he wore to cover his head. Like his brother he displayed the tone physic expected of a Primarch but also the metal arm that he had replaced his previous one with. The only other prominent item was the black pendant that few could bring themselves to truly look at for a long enough time to detail it.
The first to break the silence was the Leman Russ himself. With a massive roar that could only be described by those present as Beastial the Primarch quickly closed the gap between him and his brother. As if processing the action the other quickly brought up a fist in retaliation to the other’s quick form aggression.
Because of this the first to land a hit was the Primarch of the Mechanicum. A swing with his right hand rang through his brother’s body but such a simple attack did not keep his brother down. Instead Russ finished his crossing and grabbed his brother by the sternum and used his momentum slamming him onto the floor with a seismic thud.
Such a powerful attack by the two caused the entire room to roar in excitement, let it be either Space Wolf, Acillian, or Tech Priest. A primal display of might awakened something that even those Tech Priests tried to keep down but could not in this atmosphere of raw fury and might.
Within seconds the two rose, each of them swaying as their bodies already began to repair themselves.
And like that the Wolf quickly charged his brother with a force that many would describe as murderous.
