Roar, roar... You actually had the same idea as me?
Perturabo narrowed his eyes and swept his gaze over Rogal Dorn's calm face. If Dorn had been willing to give him so much as a look, Perturabo could have yielded the chance to save The Emperor to him. But how could Dorn possibly think that much? He kept walking without pause, paying Perturabo no attention at all.
That bastard! He hadn't changed one bit deep down!
Dorn's utterly matter-of-fact behavior made Perturabo grit his teeth in hatred. He hated that stubbornness of that golden hard stone. So Perturabo strode forward as well, jamming himself hard against Dorn from the side. Their differently shaped pauldrons threw off showers of sparks under the immense force.
Dorn looked at Perturabo with reproach in his eyes, like an elder looking down on a child. "Perturabo, don't be so childish. I don't have time to play with you."
Perturabo's face tightened, deeply dissatisfied with Dorn's words and attitude. He said nothing, merely continued to press hard against Dorn, hoping to force him to yield through this simple method. This behavior was not only driven by his desire to save The Emperor; it also carried the lingering resentment of having been unable to personally build the Imperial Palace long ago. Sometimes, Perturabo wondered whether the task of constructing the palace would have fallen into his hands if he had been able to express his wishes and dissatisfaction to The Emperor.
The feuding brothers continued to wrestle with one another, while only The Emperor wore a pained expression beneath Vulkan's ever-increasing brute strength.
Roboute Guilliman could not help shaking his head, lamenting why all his brothers were such fools. He then passed through the brawling brothers and came before Vulkan, placing a hand between Vulkan's tightly clasped