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>Thion III Circa 795 M30, Daemon view
Kairos subordinate observed a fight on the snow frozen surface of Thion III with interest. A crystal dragon, a super predator evolution from a bio weapon,. It seemed to be winning, though it appeared to be weakened. Its scales glistened with the light of the sun. Its claws were sharp, and its breath burned hot.
Primarch XXI Phi was fighting him, with a power axe and a power suit.
The Crystal Dragon had the upper hand. However, it wasn't strong enough to kill XXI yet. The Primarch had managed to cut off one of the dragon's wings.
And so the observer waited. For what? What will he do next? Should Kairos intervene?
Phi's life was saved by his sister, Lilith Thadic, that suddenly came into view, riding a flying antigravity bike. Alongside her the robot Adam which carried heavy weaponry aimed for the Dragon.
Lilith Thadic, "daughter" of the great Iron-Master, Thaddeus Thadic, was born in the year of the Cataclysm less than 100 years ago. Though the Kin were a clone race created from a genetic data bank, she had been raised in the Thadic family unit. She lacked the knack for technicalities of warfare but was a potent warrior of her own right. Her father had taught her everything she needed to know about
swordsmanship and martial arts. She could hunt and kill better than any of her peers. She grew up learning to shoot, throw knives and weld iron.
She was an excellent swimmer, a natural at climbing, and an expert at tracking game. But above all else she loved the thrill of battle, and relished the chance to prove herself against her opponents.
At age 14 she trained to become a warrior. At 18 she graduated from basic training and entered the ranks of the Kin army as an officer. By 61 she was promoted to Captain and given command over an Einhyr Hearthguard regiment.
She led them on countless missions across the world. During this time, she earned a reputation as a fierce soldier, and gained the respect of her subordinates.
The Primarch was struggling, blood covering the left side of his face, once beautiful beyond belief, now a gore testament of his will to live, of his endurance as well. He was healing already, fast, very fast, within the minute all his wounds would be gone. If he had a minute left. The beast, a gigantic armored crystal dragon was wounded as well. XXI perceived the sound of a coming bike far away.
The crystal dragon was dying. There was no doubt about that. The primarch had severed one of his legs.
It didn't matter. This monster was too big, too tough, and too much of a pain in the ass to go down easy. The dragon was bleeding heavily, the wound was deep and wide. The primarch had hit him with a power axe. The impact must've hurt bad, because the dragon let out a roar. Its breathing was heavy, and its movements were slow, but it still stood tall and proud.
Kairos minion was contemplating the scene, he knew his mission, how to intervene and pick the best future for his mission.
