"I planned to have Corswain lead the veterans of the Deathwing and Dreadwing in a boarding action against that Blackstone Fortress."
"Thundercloud-class planetary warships were still somewhat inadequate when facing relics left behind by those ancient races."
Lion El'Jonson pondered the strategy as he explained his thoughts to Leman Russ, who lay resting nearby.
The Fenrisian lay wheezing on the medical platform, with no sign of his wounds healing, though at least they had not worsened.
What gave Lion a headache was that this unreliable brother of his was still clamoring for chilled Fenrisian mead. His pack of wolf pups were running about in circles with worry, and no one knew whether they should give the primarch the stuff.
Lion rebuked Russ for his behavior and assured him that he could have Fenrisian mead once his condition improved.
Although the Wolf King's command ability in war was inferior to that of the Calibanite, Russ's unconventional way of thinking might help him devise plans beyond his habitual assumptions.
"But do you know how to destroy that void fortress?" Leman Russ asked somewhat indistinctly. "You cannot put yourself in danger. You are the Imperial commander-in-chief; only you can stand against Horus."
The Wolf King had accurately grasped Lion's intentions. What Lion El'Jonson truly wanted to say was not that Corswain should lead the team, but that he himself would lead the boarding force into the Blackstone Fortress.
"Actually, I should be the most suitable one to go, but in my current state, I no longer have that ability." The Wolf King smiled bitterly. He was still barely clinging to life with the aid of the medical platform and truly could not help Lion.
"Sanguinius has already led his legion in a planetary assault on Beta-Garmon II, organizing the Titan Legions there against