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The cries of hollars of the Wolves continued as the two combatants continued their drinks. Glory be to the one who finished last and both sides were not allowing the other to take that title as easily as the Emperor allowed Leman Russ before him.
Though as the shouting continued there was a moment for the Acillians and their Tech Priest Overlords. Many of the changes were subtle but their trained eyes were catching onto symptoms being displayed by their master.
TalOS DAV1S did not stop however and continued and the onlookers noticed it too. Both sides began to lose basic motor functions as they reached over to grab their next barrel. TalOS was the lucky one in this station as he allowed his Mechanrites to reach over and grip the barrel on his behalf.
While each was starting to feel the wear and tear within their system from such a toxic sludge neither stopped. The amount they had consumed was so immense that any Super-Human, both Astartes and Acillian, themselves had begun to show signs of drunkenness among their own ranks.
The stockpile of drink had quickly drained itself under the gullets of these two super-humans. Supplies were gathered from all across the room and as the last few barrels were received they two of them realized that the victory was at the last one.
Realizing the truth of the matter the Primarch of the Second Legion ordered one of his Mechanrites to reach over and grab the barrel, but in that same second his entire body stopped as a buzzing came through the air. The Space Wolves paid it no mind but the Acillians all began walking back as they recognized the crying tone of a Machine Spirit.
The Wolf King reached over and downed the drink without care though. His face was buzzed with a red smear across his face as the chemicals he just consumed were afflicting his body.
As the last barrel was crushed under by the armored hands the Russ looked up to an emergency discharge siren kicked off.
The air between the two was no longer filled with mead but the smell of flames as the Machine Spirits engaged emergency discharge systems. The air around them all ignited as several Wolves were sent to the ground in a searing pain of failing to heed the Spirits of the Machine.
Such a fire only lasted so long as the alcohol was burnt and the pair of them were left standing with a singed table below them. Both were covered in an oily ashe as they looked at one another.
“This one, goes to you brother.” The fire belcher answered before his brother broke out into laughter. His voice unslurred only because of the Machine Spirit’s helping him.
“You f-fancy yourself a Dragon!” Barked Leman, “Ha! We are one to one.”