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The King of Dutonis looked between the two Primarch, magnificent warriors of eternal might staring at one another in a brace of combat. He felt fear there knowing that even with the shell of his adorned steed these creatures would be able to rip him out and kill him. When the fear ebbed away was when he finally declared.
“BEGIN!”
With that call a bang went out among the assembled coliseum. The mighty God-Kings clashed with the force of entire legions behind their attack. The first attack was made by TalOS, his mechanical limbs receiving their commands faster than any mortal flesh could. A cleave attack going for the right shoulder of Leman Russ that would dig a deep wound indeed.
That strike did not connect though as the Wolf-King quickly battered it away with a swipe of his sword’s broadside. Said parry was made with one hand, the other quickly coming over to slam into the face of TalOS as a declaration of war.
Within the mind of the Primarch TalOS took in the forces allotted to him. His mind raced to realize that he was getting torque out of the current parry of Leman Russ. With a thought he did the nearly unthinkable, a calculated move where he allowed his feet to be brushed under him thus carrying himself slightly with the weapon. It was just enough, narrowly avoiding the strike that would have given him a damning reprieve.
The next few seconds were a blur as TalOS quickly brought the axe around and kept one parry after another. It seemed to the Primarch that with every attempt he made to contact with his blade the Wolf-King anticipated it.
He watched as after ten point six seconds went by that a fist finally made contact with his chest. TalOS felt the force of that attack send him into the air and tipping backwards so his skull would hit the ground. Such a thing would not actually hurt TalOS, but he knew that seeing it would not work out. So, with a swing of his weapon TalOS reorientated himself just enough to commit to a complete flip, but it was impossible to make the landing.
TalOS finally touched the ground with his knee touching the ground. The First round went to Leman Russ.
“Nice try there brother, though you don’t look like the fellow who should be going in with full fury.” Pointed out the Wolf as he gave a hearty laugh.
“I shall take that into consideration.” TalOS told his brother as he got himself ready for the next bout.
