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The Laugh of the Omnissiah was not a normal human one. It was known that laughter came from the soul itself and what could be called a soul to the Omnissiah was that of Machines. Thus it came out as a mechanical, synthetic creation that was several millennia old.
Hatred crossed the face of Fulgrim as he quickly crossed the room and stabbed at the Omnissiah. The Divine Being quickly raising his Axe against his brother as the distance was crossed. Quickly he raised a crossguard and received all four of the attacks, with one of them being parried by his offhand that was also made of metal.
One after another they fought, the Omnissiah being pushed back as the Phenecian tried to land a killing blow. Out of several dozen two of them had dug into the necrodermis flesh and festered there for a moment. It would not permenantly harm him, but it was indeed pain.
As they danced Particep Semper began to fall. The Knights on the ground pulling upon Titan with enough force that it had began to tumble. The Pheonecian did not care as the ground was ripped from under them and the Omnissiah did not worry himself with it. Fulgrim simply jumped off the walls to chase down the now floating Omnissiah with the same dexterity that he had before.
And through all of it, the Omnissiah kept laughing.
“STOP LAUGHING!” Roared Fulgrim as he made several more strikes at the Omnissiah. The fang-like knives having two clear stabs into the stomach of the Omnissiah, but they had such force behind it that he was sent flying through the bulwark door leading outside.
It hurt, oh it hurt so much. It was not a grievous wound to the Omnissiah for he was a C’tan, his form was in many respects simply metaphorical. The wounds would heal easily enough.
Fulgrim came out and roared. His voice shaking the air with such force that it had become a sonic attack upon the Omnissiah. He could feel it, the shaking of his Necrodermis as the two of them now stood upon the fallen back of Particep Semper.
In any other case the Wardogs and Abominants would have been eating the flesh of the Titan, but they all stood at the signs as the Omnissiah came into their view. Each of them waiting to take the greatest kill.
They all were simply waiting, eyeing for the command by Fulgrim.
Yet the Omnissiah laughed.
