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Magnus the Red flew in and tried to strike in the torso of the Titan a blow from his staff. Time around his form began to shift and mold to allow the Primarch to move at speeds that would make many claim he teleported. He did not though and instead had ripped himself from the timestreams that governed the Universe and then traveled from before the Titan to standing next to it.
Arriving at the torso the Primarch attempted to slice several gouges into what could roughly be called the chest of such a being. Quickly though did this prove to be troublesome as his Staff slammed into what was a field of thought and consciousness surrounding the Titan. He did not have the time to dispell the sheilding that the psyker had placed upon itself and instead decided that six more strikes would make it!
One strike, shielded. Second strike, failed to pierce the armor. The Fourth and Fifth dug through the armored plate but could not catch a cabling. Then, the final strike finally reached the place the Primarch had been looking for and so he released a balefire of magic right into the circuits of the Titan.
Magnus felt satisfaction as he watched the piece of the Titan explode only to quickly raise a Kine Shield as the infantry defenders of the Titan fired several cannons of las-fire in his general direction. These attacks were haphazard without aim but that was enough to risk the chance of striking Magnus. Each and every strike needed to have its fate moved away from Magnus and into a direction that did not matter to him. The possibility of being hit by even one of those would prove to be a scar upon the body of a Daemon like himself.
It was then that the Titan began to move, Magnus watching as the eyes hidden by the faceplate of the Giant glowed a fierce red that starred into his mind. He would have called this move foolish but Magnus could feel the workings of his Father inside this giant machine that were augmenting the power this being held.
He could feel it, the weight of what was non-existence gravity gaining upon him. The Mortal Concepts of leadened feet and fatigue growing upon him with every second the Giant helds its gaze. Magnus quickly raised his hand and reached, to feel the tethers that were holding him down and with a pull broke them.
He was free, free enough to dodge the incoming strike by the giant as it rolled its fist around to try and swat Magnus from the sky.
