With a sword in hand, he would never be corrupted by Slaanesh again.
On the training deck of the Vengeful Spirit, Erebus stripped off his slate-gray Mark IV Maximus-pattern Power Armor.
Carved into the armor were the sigils of the Word Bearers' First Chaplain, recording his many deeds.
Erebus bared his corded muscles and walked toward the training cage. He looked at Lucius, who held a sharp blade, and a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.
Without his armor, Lucius's body was as tall and powerful as Saul Tarvitz, whom he had defeated not long ago. His muscles were solid and strong, like a Salamander, yet he did not lack the lean, agile sharpness of a wolf.
He stepped into the training cage and bowed to Lucius. They bowed to each other, then lunged at the same time, beginning an honor duel.
The sharp blades struck rapidly, bang, bang, bang, their clear clashes ringing across the deck.
Tarvitz did not stand beside Lord Commander Eidolon. He stood together with Loken and Torgaddon.
He watched the shining blur of Lucius's dancing blade, unable to keep up with those sword forms that flowed like running water.
Erebus took the defensive from the very start. He lowered his body, slashing left and blocking right, parrying the attacks.
Erebus fought me for a long time before he finally defeated me. Lucius is stronger than I am. He'll definitely...
Tarvitz's eyes widened. Lucius swung his broadsword, hooked Erebus's hilt, and flicked his wrist.
Erebus's sword flew from his hand. He staggered back and crashed against the training cage with a boom.
Lucius's blade pursued his throat. Erebus rolled on the ground in a wretched scramble.
His head struck the floor, and he tumbled like a canine.
"Lucius!" Asimand opened the training cage.
"Enough! He's already