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Aurellian collapsed to his knees, fighting
for breath as another of his brothers fell,
ripped apart by Angron, the pieces
swallowed whole. Everywhere he looked,
his warriors were falling, unable to match
the unimaginable ferocity of these avatars
of the Blood God. Though they fought
bravely, with faith and nobility, it was no
match for the primal savagery of their
daemonic foes. But it was not a battle
without cost for Angron and his daemons.
Fully half his retinue were little more
than screeching shadows, their physical
vessels put asunder by the righteous wrath
of the Grey Knights. Aurellian pushed
himself to his feet wincing as he felt that
one of his lungs was pierced. Angron
swung his black sword in wide arcs,
killing with every stroke and his glowing
musculature rippled with power. Aurellian
saw that the Daemons closest to Angron
towered above his Terminators, drawing
their strength from the well of the
Daemon Primarch.
He staggered towards Angron, using his
force halberd to steady himself as his
breath wheezed in his chest. The Grey
Knights closed on their leader, forming an
impenetrable shield wall around him as
they fought their way towards Angron.
The Daemon Primarch saw his foe
approach and reared up to his full height,
bellowing a furious challenge. Lesser
mortals might quail before this monster,
but Aurellian and the Grey Knights had
been steeled to face the worst horrors of
Chaos without flinching. Less than twodozen of them were still alive, but they
were almost there. Daemons pressed in all
around them, attacking in a frenzy of axe
blows and lashing whips. More Grey
Knights fell, their blood mingling on the
cratered earth as Angron and Aurellian
finally came face to face. At some
unheard command, the Bloodthirsters
pulled back, hissing with barely-restrained
battle lust.