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Leman Russ, Primarch of the Space Wolves and most savage of the current Primarch, roared in cheer as the two Knights that were jousting broke into a full run at one another. Around him were a near dozen of his sons all roaring at the coming onslaught. If one listened closely they could hear each of them cheering on either of the Knights, yelling in their native tongue the colors that the Knights wore to mark who they were.
Between all of them were several barrels of alcohol. These barrels had both the markings of Lucius upon them as well as the Wolfen’s Legion’s own brand. As they cheered one of the Space wolves picked up a barrel and tossed it to another wolf who was hanging over the edge. Said wolves exchanged the drink quickly, with the one in the stands running his barrel to a place where a few dozen Space Marines of both the Sixth and the Second were lounging doing their own cheering.
It seemed to TalOS some of his Astartes and a couple Acillians found the massive brawl happening very entertaining. It could only bring TalOS’s heart up as he witnessed his sons enjoying themselves with their feral cousins, and the brutality ahead of them.
As TalOS arrived in his booth he watched bones exchange hands as the wolves gave their earnings to those who won the bet. A few of these Astartes smiled as they snapped open the bones to eat the marrow that was within the bone. Some did not do that though, instead raising the bets in an attempt to be the clear cut winner of the night’s events.
Out of all of them it was of course Leman Russ who first noticed TalOS coming in, “There you are brother!” He laughed before jumping off his feet and giving TalOS the largest hug he could manage.
“Brother, can you let me down.” Luckily for TalOS his armor was keeping him safe from the deathgrip of his brother, but his mind suffered as his footing was ripped.
“Sure sure.” He said while putting his fellow Primarch on the ground, “Congratulations on your promotion to Jarl of the planet, you’ve joined the elite ranks of Kingship among our brothers!”
“You say that because you are the only other one to have achieved rulership.” TalOS barked back since he was feeling a bit sore about the roughhousing.
“Ha! I am right though.” He cheered with devilish glee, “Even our brother Horus, he is not the true Jarl of Cathonia, he gave that honor to one of his Thanes. You are me though, we are Kings of our lands and do own such mighty titles!”
“If I ever share your words with him, he will have your head.” TalOS joked with a hint of truth.
“Let him try, I can give him a few pointers as he picks up his jaw.” The Wolf King fired back.
>>Choose the next fight
>A couple of Freeblades
>A Space Wolf and a Steel Warden
>Rough Two, brother?
