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“BEGIN!” Shouted the Kings together as Leman and TalOS were at it again.
This time around TalOS could tell that his brother was not holding back. A feral snarl and beastial breaths told the Primarch that he was no longer a simple human, but one whose body was augmented with the ferocity of wolves. Knowing this TalOS quickly brought his hands up to guard but to no avail. Within seconds he was sent flying backwards with not the strike of a sword but a fist that had the power of a Titan behind it.
But TalOS did not fall, no, knowing how strong the hit was he made sure it was upon his center of mass. At his center of mass the Primarch was able to keep his footing as he landed upon the floor. But he was not given a reprieve as Leman Russ rushed him with a snarl.
It was at this moment that TalOS raised his axe to defend, but as Leman brought his sword to break the guard of TalOS, around TalOS several arms slowly made their way from behind him.
But Leman was committed and sent both his and TalOS’s weapons flying as several fists made contact with the offending limb.
The attack sounded with a bang, which quickly turned into a rapid gunning of sounds with the two slamming eachother with fists. TalOS felt his limbs begin to scream as they were taking hit after his from Leman, the Primarch’s sheer power keeping him from providing his full force. Though that did not mean TalOS failed to give some devilishly powerful hits into his opponent's chest and arms.
It was TalOS who was failing though for he noticed that while his limbs were stronger than his brother’s there was a technique there. How Leman would furrow blows with his biceps and make sure that every strike he made followed a perfect technique. Right now the man did not display luck or chance but the sheer will of thought that he quickly realized the technique to defeat TalOS’s augmentations.
TalOS was simply too inexperienced, too green for this kind of combat. And now he suffered for it as right before the two minute mark he kneeled upon the ground.
He lost their bout, kneeling upon the ground for a moment of shame knowing that staying away from the battlefield might have been what did this victory in.
But in his moment of realization it was Leman Russ who reached a hand down, “Alright brother, I know what my reward will be. Name whatever the heck is in this STC I found after me will ya.”
Upon those words, the crowd roared.
>Enjoy a day of drunken revelry
>Make the First Leman Russ tank ASAP
>Convince the brother to give some lessons in melee combat.
