The Primarch moved so fast that by the time Abaddon reacted, the Khan had already clamped his hand around the Talon of Horus and pulled it out of his body.
Fragments of the Wildfire Battleplate's breastplate struck Abaddon's face and fell into the gap at his neck.
The Chaos Warmaster acted without hesitation, swinging his daemon sword down at the Khan's head.
Drach'nyen gleamed amid the flames of war.
Jaghatai Khan barely managed to lift his head. Abaddon could not see his eyes; the sorcerous "eyelids" made of pure white interstellar dust clung tightly to the Primarch's eyeballs. Yet the terrifying thing was that the Khan had reacted.
Just because I've grown weaker doesn't mean you can beat me.
Abaddon discovered, to his astonishment, that the daemon sword was now swinging toward his own arm.
The Khan had not felt his way upward along the weapon embedded in his body. He had merely found his opponent's wrist, established the approximate position of his body, and hauled the Talon of Horus upward.
The Primarch's immense strength dragged Abaddon's arm up to block in front of him.
The daemon sword had to change direction at the last instant, turning its slash into a thrust.
The Chaos Warmaster pulled with all his strength, only to discover that he could not break free of the Khan's grip.
This was no clone. This was a Primarch who truly possessed a "soul." Abaddon had already reached the limit of how much Chaos blessing an Astartes body could bear, but he still could not truly contend with a Primarch.
Simply by touching his opponent's wrist, the Khan could judge his movements from the minute vibrations of his servo system and the trembling hum of his electro-muscle bundles. His mind instantly reconstructed the possible forms of his opponent's