They were too fascinated by what was unfolding.Д®rebus looked up at KhГўrn again.

Several warriors laughed, but few with any real relish. вЂGoing to need an augmetic for that,вЂ™ Kargos said from the crowd. Turning unbelieving eyes downwards, he saw where his arm now ended at the wrist. Blood leaked from the chewed veins nestled in the meat of his severed limb. His hand was on the deck, several metres away. He reached to touch the wound with a hand that was no longer there. Pain flared across his chest, hot and urgent, matching the thick throb of his smashed face. Erebus was on the deck before he knew how. Erebus expected accusation in the World EaterвЂ™s eyes, or surely anger. KhГўrn weaved aside from every blow, quicker than a blink, surely quicker than muscles could ever allow. His crozius trailed killing lightning, buzzing furiously as it thrummed through empty air again and again. He attacked this time, showing the speed and skill that had allowed him to hold his own against Lucius of the EmperorвЂ™s Children, and Loken of the old Luna Wolves. KhГўrn looked down at him, clearly allowing time for the Chaplain to recover his crozius.Д®rebus rose, his mace in his hands again. HeвЂ™d never seen this before, not in any of the paths of possibility. He looked up at KhГўrn from the ground and saw his death in the World EaterвЂ™s eyes.

ErebusвЂ™s maul clang-skidded across the deck he took a fist to the throat and a boot to the stomach, knocking him back with enough force to send him crashing onto the bloodstained iron grillework. This was a KhГўrn theyвЂ™d never seen вЂ“ not even on the field of battle.ДЄnother three blows, delivered with the same blinding speed. KhГўrn walked forwards, gunning GorechildвЂ™s trigger. The Chaplain threw himself backwards, crozius up high to guard. No one could move as fast as KhГўrn moved. The third: Gorechild tasted first blood, ripping across the ChaplainвЂ™s chest, carving a canyon of flesh over the dense subdermal armour of the warriorвЂ™s black carapace torso implant.ДЄll of this happened in the time it took Erebus to blink. The second: he cannoned a headbutt into ErebusвЂ™s nose, breaking cartilage with a wet crunch. The first: KhГўrn smashed the maul aside with the flat of his new axe. That interruption was the only answer KhГўrn would give, and Erebus raised his crozius in reply. Gorechild revved for the first time since its rebirth, eating air with the throaty snarl of an apex predator. Several seconds beat in silence, before the Word BearerвЂ™s lips curled in a soft, indulgent smile. More fists beat against chests.Д®rebus regarded KhГўrn with cold, composed eyes. Some of the crowd breathed in, showing their shock as the humans they once were.

The captain was stripped to the waist, as were all the warriors present. HeвЂ™d chained it to his bare wrist in imitation of the Nucerian gladiators, whose bones heвЂ™d seen and honoured mere days before at DeshвЂ™elika Ridge. The axe in KhГўrnвЂ™s hand was Gorechild, toothed by mica-dragons and once thrown from the hands of a primarch. The captain said two words to the Triarii centurion. The crowd, on the edge of cheering at the first warrior, fell silent at the sight of the second. The World Eater still hadnвЂ™t had his throat mechanics repaired, leaving him speechless, but he grinned and nodded in place of words, and moved back into the crowd.Дelvarus stepped forwards. The sergeant took the proferred hand, gripping it with his new augmetic limb. The deactivated crozius in his hand was flecked with blood вЂ“ first blood вЂ“ and ever the dignified victor, Erebus offered a hand to help Skane up from the deck. And he gets it.Д«rutal, beautiful and with an emotional background! One of the best fight scenes.Д®rebus bowed to the crowd, facing the applause of fists thudding against bare chests. After Erebus>! kills Kharn best friend, Argel Tal,!< the Word Eaters captain wants vengeance. The archfamous duel between Kharn and Erebus.

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