This chunk of rubble probably weighed several tons, didn't it?
Watching Magnus hoist it one-handed without even flushing or breaking a sweat, the man could not help but speculate.
He had once been a miner, and he knew very well that the weight of stone and rubble was far more terrifying than it appeared.
Yet this thing was sliced in half by the two brothers with a single palm strike, and each of them casually carried one half aside and set it down.
Could those great knights possess such strength?
Or were they Infected? Had they silently used Originium Arts?
The man looked at their exposed faces. Their armor was heavy and intact, with only their faces left uncovered.
Magnus's skin was red as burning fire, and wisdom shone from his single eye.
Leman Russ wore a beard, and every movement revealed the resilience and maturity of a battle-hardened warrior.
Comparing their temperaments, Leman Russ was more appealing, while Magnus seemed somewhat youthful and naïve.
The man's throat felt dry. Following behind them, he said worriedly, "Could you slow down? Although I'm deeply grateful for your help, my lords, I... I'm afraid the bodies won't be left intact..."
"Don't worry. We know our limits," Magnus replied, without reducing either his speed or strength. As a Primarch, his perception was so astonishing that these demi-humans simply could not comprehend it.
The instant his palm touched the rocks and rubble, he could sense the structure's center of gravity. That was why every excavation avoided triggering a more serious collapse.
Leman Russ could not be bothered to answer. He was busy with his work, aware only that a fresh, peculiar scent was drawing ever closer to his nose.
Bang. A stone was pulled free. Leman Russ narrowed his eyes, then spoke to Magnus