Magnus's sudden appearance caught the two rage-blinded men off guard. Primarchs did indeed possess excellent control over their bodies, but not to such an exquisite degree. Both Primarchs withdrew their strength at once, doing everything they could to keep this punch from leaving Magnus half-paralyzed.
Bang!
The two punches still landed heavily on Magnus's delighted face. The Thousand Sons' Primarch did not even feel pain; he only heard wind whistling past his ears before his vision went dark and he lost consciousness.
"...Sigh."
Sanguinius said nothing. He merely buried his face in his hands in utter despair, slumping facedown as the wings behind him drooped as well.
"Is he still alive?" Horus asked, looking at the unconscious Magnus lying on the table. He rubbed his slightly reddened fist. It was not that Magnus's face had been stripped of color; rather, the metal on the surface of Horus's fist had been heated red-hot by friction with the air as it rapidly pulled back from the impact.
"He won't die." Lion answered flatly. Magnus's sudden visit had left him deeply puzzled. He remembered that Magnus had been summoned away by The Emperor to handle something extremely important, something that could not be revealed to any Primarch.
Could it be that Magnus had finished his task?
With Magnus interrupting them, the tense, sword-drawn atmosphere between the two Primarchs faded considerably. Sanguinius pulled himself out of his helpless despair and patted the Grand Sage, whose power had cut out from fright at the Primarchs' wrath. "Give Magnus 12.5 liters of cardiac stimulant. Don't let him sleep here. It would look bad."
The Grand Sage, snapped back to his senses by the pat, nodded. He took out an enormous needle that could have impaled a Space Marine and drove it into Magnus's neck. The stimulant