Enraged, Gantula nearly pressed Eidolon into the ground. The immense strength, defense, and transmission response speed of his Star-pattern power armor far surpassed those of Mark IV armor.
The White Scars' genetic trait was that the angrier they became, the colder they grew. Gantula's power saber was like thunder on a rainy night, each slash swifter and fiercer than the last.
His speed kept increasing. The snow-white blade light was utterly impossible to follow with the naked eye. After parrying several exchanges, Eidolon realized just how vicious the man before him was.
Eidolon was likewise a swordsmanship master of the Emperor's Children. Though he was not among the very strongest, he still ranked in the top five in terms of technique.
Yet amid the savage battle, Gantula discovered that this mortal enemy of the White Scars was not as formidable as he had imagined.
His reactions possessed an extremely subtle sluggishness. It seemed that the connection between his surgically grafted head and body was not perfectly seamless, creating a weakness.
Gantula swept aside Eidolon's warhammer with one slash, then drew back his left fist and drove it forward. His reactor extracted terrifying power, releasing it squarely against the center of the other man's armor.
Through sheer brute force, the White Scar's punch drove the Emperor's Children commander's breastplate deeply inward. Countless fragments of ceramite and metal exploded outward, piercing the surrounding ground like shotgun pellets.
Seizing the chance, Gantula slashed at the haft of the warhammer. The adamantium weapon was cut with a small notch, while the jet turbine pack on his back completely overwhelmed Eidolon's resistance.
Gantula turned perfectly to shed the force, while setting his jump pack to maximum output. Pale blue plasma flames surged at once, scorching Eidolon's ugly face, which looked like charred dead skin.
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