Yvraine's attacks were swift and agile, fully exploiting the advantages of her Aeldari physique. Her spear danced like a slithering serpent, eerily thrusting toward Roboute Guilliman's throat and joints.
Roboute Guilliman deflected Yvraine's attack with a finely crafted power sword, then reached out a large hand toward her waist, intending to end it all.
How could Yvraine possibly let him have his way? She had not even broken a sweat. She immediately bent low, tapped both feet against Roboute Guilliman's fingers, then sprang far away with a forceful push of her knees, leaving behind only a trace of fragrance between his fingers.
Roboute Guilliman found Yvraine's playfulness amusing. In their countless battles within dreams, they had never become one another's enemies.
The two chased and battled one another, trading offense and defense in a thoroughly exhilarating fight.
Those below had begun placing bets on whether Roboute Guilliman or Yvraine would claim the final victory. Win or lose, the spectacle alone had made the trip worthwhile.
Jaghatai's mind was racing even faster, imagining the love and hatred between childhood sweethearts Fulgrim and Ferrus Manus based on the battle between Roboute Guilliman and Yvraine.
Such bizarre thoughts could not be hidden. Fulgrim felt an itch creep across his back, while Ferrus Manus frowned in disgust and searched for the source of this evil.
In the end, Roboute Guilliman won. As a Primarch, he surpassed Yvraine in strength, speed, and endurance across the board.
He clenched his large hand into a fist and drove a heavy punch into Yvraine's abdomen. Her consciousness immediately scattered somewhat beneath such a fierce blow.
Her footing became unsteady, and the hand gripping her spear no longer held its former strength. Seizing the opportunity, Roboute Guilliman wrapped an arm around Yvraine's waist and hoisted her over his shoulder