Though both sides had been badly wounded in the fighting, neither had reached the point where the battle had to end. If he could, Tyberos would have killed the man beneath his feet without hesitation.
The truth was that the circuitry in Tyberos's Power Armour had been severely damaged. Kazhaniv's claw strikes had not wounded his flesh, but they had done real damage to his armour.
In his berserk state, he had forced his intermittently powered Terminator Armour to keep fighting Kazhaniv. Once he regained his senses, however, he discovered that he could no longer move.
Well, wasn't this a disaster? Calling a halt himself would at least save him some dignity.
The Mad Wolf lying beneath him was more seriously injured. The Lightning Power Claws seemed only to have pierced his shoulder armour, but they had actually burned away a great deal of his flesh. Their power went far beyond tearing through armour. If a mortal took a hit from one, leaving so much as a skeleton behind would mean he was one tough bastard.
As for his mental state...
Kazhaniv felt rather frustrated. How were his claws that powerful? One swipe sliced open my Cataphractii Terminator armour? I've got to find a way to get a pair myself.
The two sides separated. Kazhaniv's wounds were serious. Evan hefted the Ion Storm and fired a rapid volley into the wall behind him. A dozen or so ion bolts instantly demolished it. Beyond the room, several warriors of the Thirteenth Company were sitting behind their Storm Shields, peering cautiously over the edges.
"Apothecary, over here."
Aboard the Light of the People, the last Carcharodons warrior was killed. They had nearly worn out their loudspeakers announcing that the two Chapters had reached a settlement, but the warrior never responded.
After