The moment they clashed, Lion abruptly realized that Guilliman was far stronger than he had expected. He had never heard that this brother of his excelled at combat!
His gaze swept over Guilliman's blue armor, where he spotted a wisp of mysterious energy flowing across it. It had to be the power of Chaos lending Guilliman strength.
Guilliman was quite pleased by the surprise on Lion's face. He kept increasing the pressure with his arm and slowly asked, "What is it, my brother? Surely you didn't think you could defeat me in one stroke?"
Lion narrowed his eyes and decided to abandon the idea of ending this quickly. He knew far too little about what the power of Chaos could do. He had to probe Guilliman's true strength first.
He retreated beneath Guilliman's increasingly frenzied assault, his steps cracking the solid ground.
"What's wrong, Lion? Are you afraid now? Where is your courage? Where is your pride?!" Guilliman laughed arrogantly, and Lion's guard could no longer endure it. They shouted as one.
"Lord Lion! We'll help you!"
Hearing their footsteps, Lion immediately roared, "Idiots, don't come over!"
But they were still a step too late. Guilliman merely cast them a cold glance, and the flames on his sword swept out like a long serpent, melting four warriors in an instant.
"Guilliman!"
The death of his sons filled Lion with fury. Both hands clamped around his greatsword, he hacked at Guilliman with wild abandon. This brief burst of fury forced Guilliman back step by step.
"Heh heh, getting anxious? That isn't the mindset a warrior should have!" Guilliman steadied himself, seized an opening while Lion's center was wide open, and smashed the sword hilt viciously into his face.
The blow left Lion dizzy and disoriented, his nose broken and his mouth