Leman Russ, Fulgrim, Ferrus

The knight clad in medieval metal armor slowly removed his winged helm, exposing his youthful face to the air—to Fulgrim and the Astartes.

The instant Fulgrim saw that face, even he felt fear rise within his heart.

It was a face shaped by dense forests, colossal beasts, darkness, and the savagery far removed from human society. His skin was pale but rough, his nose long and hawkish, his deep-set eyes beastlike, his mouth cold as a blade, and his jaw as sharp as the broken edge of hammered igneous rock.

Though the face was handsome enough to earn Fulgrim's admiration, Fulgrim still felt that what stood before him was not a human, but a beast wearing a human shape.

Yet everyone present knew that face well.

He was—

Before Fulgrim could cry out that name, the knight took one step forward and appeared before Fulgrim in an instant.

What speed.

Aside from Fulgrim, only Arkhadun barely managed to react.

A bloody line appeared across Fulgrim's body. That medieval sword had actually cut through Fulgrim's Power Armor. Fulgrim hurriedly retreated and swung his warhammer.

At the same moment, Arkhadun drew both swords, their blades weaving a dense net as they thrust toward the knight.

The knight's form instantly became a silver storm. His heavy shield blocked Fulgrim's warhammer head-on, while his lethal blade struck out and effortlessly broke through the sword net Arkhadun had woven.

Too fast.

Fulgrim and Arkhadun were both startled.

That speed did not come from refined swordsmanship. It came entirely from beastlike instinct, from an untamed, savage destructive force.

The shield tilted slightly aside. Emerald eyes like a lion's fixed upon Fulgrim, and before Fulgrim could react, the longsword stabbed out from behind the shield, driving straight for his abdomen.

Fulgrim twisted aside. The blade scraped across