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But the Knight did not falter. Even with his steed screaming the Knight knew that Navaros Dominus had not fallen and with a push of his will surged forth with a mighty grip.
“To the vow I attain, I move!” Cried the Prince as the Knight began drawing upon its immense strength.
For a moment he felt a surge of control settle as if the steed was in full repair. The look upon the Warboss’s face as he pulled upon the creature and ripped Ork from his chassis was something that would stay with the Knight forever.
“To my vow I gain strength!” He declared as the pistons from the uninjured fist began crying into the air. There was a moment of terror upon the Warlord as Alexander began placing upon the fool the full force of a Lord of War.
The two battled, the Orkoid Overlord trying his damndest to escape the grasp of the Knight. Alexander could feel the bones of the Ork break before the creature began pushing back against him with the greatest strength his kind could muster.
The Prince pushed his power and will into it. The feeling that this was no longer a battle of strength but a battle of will. To what end can Alexander bring Navaros Dominus till his mind breaks under one of the greatest creatures the Orks could have created.
For another pulse, the Overlord pushed against this attack. The Warboss giving a devilish smile as he thought for the moment that his life would be spared. That he will kill the fool before him and continue to ravage the fortress.
But Alexander would not let that happen. No, not because he cared about the rivalry between him and Fredric. The other Prince threw that away the moment he had given Alexander the chance to strike at the Warlord of the Orks.
No.
Within what the Mechanicus called the Machine Spirit Alexander felt something else. A loving will that so long ago guaranteed the safety of Dutonis in exchange for his life. The one who was killed by the minions of the creature before him.
<span class="mu-s">“BE CRUSHED WITHIN THE HANDS OF ATLAS! FOR DUTONIS!!!”</span>
The servo digits within the thunderstrike gauntlet began to squeeze as Alexander brought the Ork above his head. With renewed vigor he closed the Hand of Atlas and in an explosion of blood and guts the Ork Overlord of the Grail System was killed.
