!2qxbRqUP9E 12/29/10(Wed)05:56 No.13324562|
Terror and grief were quickly replaced by hope and pride upon seeing the Mighty Emperor in His golden powered armor. The power sword clutched in his hand glowed a bright red, then caught flame as the Emperor stepped forward. The Emperor spoke first, demanding an explanation for Horus' treachery. Horus, who had gone mad, began shouting that he was not the betrayer, that the Emperor, his father, was a fool and a weakling. Then the battle began. The sounds of the battle were deafening. The Emperor and Horus moved with blinding speed, attacking, defending, striking, parrying, blocking, and the whole time unleashing psychic attacks that caused the air to crackle with energy, and the smell of ozone filled the air. For many minutes the battle raged. The Emperor pleading with Horus to see the error of his ways, and Horus mocking the Emperor hurling insults and abuse.
Then it happened...the Emperor was stuck down by Horus. Sent reeling by a blow that had cleaved through His mighty armor and had rent the flesh underneath. The Emperor collapsed a few meters away from Ollanius, with the sound of a barrel of metal scraps being dumped onto the deck. Ollanius saw the Emperor's face clearly. His Emperor....his master. Broken and weary. In pain, and not just from the wound but from the betrayal of His most trusted friend and son. Thundering footsteps rang out as Horus approached the fallen God-Emperor. His mighty mace raised high, poised to make the final killing blow. Ollanius gripped his lasgun tightly...what could he do? A mere mortal...a guradsman against death incarnate. Not just a Space Marine, but Warmaster Horus. A creature so powerful that it had just laid the Immortal Emperor low.