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An energy blast struck the titanic warrior from the side, and yet he hardly moved. Not simply his weight held him still, although he did clock in at an impressive 2 tons, but rather the wards in his armour flared to life. The magical energy was guided around him, fragmented and weakened in it's force. Repeated blasts struck him, but he gave no ground to the repeated assault. And as he looked up at the heretic, he realized that both of them had come to the same conclusion. This was not an attack, this was not a strategy. This was an act of desperation, the last acts of a warrior. These were his final thoughts, embodied by his actions, attempting to protect those ideals he had taken to heart with his body. And both knew how that would end.

The massive two-handed hammer dropped down, held close to the head with the right hand. Given the choice, Valentus might have chosen to honour this warrior, by sending him off with the Imperium's greatest weapon. But he was a warrior above all, and a pragmatic one. As such, he simply raised his left arm, the Storm Bolter whirring to life. Double barrels spun up rapidly, as a pair of Bolts were loaded into the chambers. Another blast struck the warrior, another centimetre pushed backwards. Valentus compensated, breathed out. And then he fired, two rounds launching themselves in rapid succession.

The time between the firing and the impact was too small to perceive, negligible. It seemed almost instant, the first round tearing it's way through his stomach. The second round following less than a millisecond later, smashing through his body slightly higher. The two waves of force rippled through his body, cracking bone and tearing tissue. Every vital organ was crushed, as his nervous system received immense damage. He stumbled backwards, blood exploding from his every orifice, liquefied organs leaking from the wounds. Behind him, the rounds exploded into some far-off wall.

No job was half-done. And any opponent capable of firing such repeated bursts of energy was worth dealing with. Permanently. Soon after firing the terminator thrust out his empty hand at Lucien. Then he clenched his fist. The effects were immediate, immense telekinetic force pressing in on Lucien from all sides. Bones cracked, blood spurted, and all features were reduced to unrecognizability, even as the walking dead man was turned into an orb of flesh roughly the size of a football. When Valentus released his hold, a small pile of crushed gore formed on the ground.

Lucien was very, very dead. If I had to invent a word for how dead he was, it would be corpsetacular.

Sighing with the loss of power, and once more visibly sagging, Valentus turned towards the vampire that had flung himself into him. His infrared vision revealed that this individual lacked any heat signature. Clearly he was faced with an android, one of the Iron Men that had been banned in the Imperium of Man. He had stepped from the Warp into yet another realm of heresy, and once more he alone stood to fight his way through it. Perhaps his destiny had never been one of unification. Perhaps his fate remained unchanged, to die atop a mountain forged from the bodies of the heretics. All that had changed was the location.

"Another abomination enters the sight of the Emperor's Hammer." Valentus gripped his Daemonhammer with two hands once more as he swung towards the undoubtedly confused vampire, the weapon of mass destruction aiming to obliterate him completely. It would take only a single hit to completely annihilate him from this world, and to further add to the metalic titan's body count. He was tiring, but it would take far more than this to take him down.