Dorn had no idea how to deal with the current Perturabo, and Horus found himself in the same predicament as Dorn.
Perturabo grabbed Horus's arm and rambled on incessantly. Her mouth, like her artillery corps, never stopped firing.
Seeing that Horus had never responded to her, Perturabo's pretty face, full of resentment, darkened even further. She viciously kicked Perturabo in the knee, then stormed off to play with Lion El'Jonson.
Magnus and Leman Russ were always arguing. Even after both had become women, nothing had changed.
Magnus dressed in a more traditional, reserved manner. A heavy scholar's robe completely concealed her body, its interwoven red and gold fabric adorned with ancient symbols that only Magnus could understand.
Leman Russ dressed far more wildly, making her beast-like temperament even more apparent. A huge animal skull, found who knew where, was worn on her head like a helmet. Bandages were tightly wrapped around her chest like a breast binding, leaving her abdominal muscles exposed—perfectly defined and solid.
"Why has Leman Russ's skin changed too? I don't remember her having that wheat-brown complexion..." Horus asked Roboute Guilliman again.
Roboute Guilliman replied, "Perhaps that appearance better suits her temperament. After all, this isn't a real body, but the result of being warped by psychic power."
Horus reluctantly accepted that explanation, only to see Leman Russ smack the menu from Magnus's hands, shove her down, and straddle her.
"Magnus, how are you supposed to protect your books when you're this weak?"
"None of your business, you brute!"
The two began wrestling. Roboute Guilliman showed no intention of intervening, and just as Horus thought Magnus and Leman Russ were about to beat each other bloody, an unexpected figure stepped forward and pulled them apart.
"Angron?" Horus even rubbed his eyes, unable to believe that this gentle,