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Gram rushed towards Khaine, but instead of attacking as Khaine had expected, he plunged his hand into the molten river below, aiming to save the wretch who had dared interfere. It seemed Gram truly cared more even for such a failure than for his own life. Or perhaps it was in the nature of mortals to act in such a foolish manner. For by letting his guard down, Gram had sealed both of their fates. Doom's suffering had merely been delayed. As Gram pulled the wretch from the fires and Doom swung at Khaine, Khaine made use of his vantage point to grab Gram by the back of the head, slamming him into the portal. While the molten metal might not burn Gram as it had Doom, the demonic nature of the place would inevitably damn him. The Blood of Baal carried within it the will of Baal, and the souls of a billion demons. Merely touching it brought agony to any mortal being, and extended exposure would warp almost all life into an extension of Baal's power. Another demons, built on the foundation of Gram's body.

Of course, before Gram could attempt his escape, another force intervened. Gin slammed into the side of Khaine's head, aiming a dropkick to interrupt the fight. However, the force of it was barely enough to make Khaine blink, and even redoubled through Vector manipulation the attack was nothing to the Dreadlord. As Gin cockily made his statement, however, Khaine found himself angered by the constant flow of fools interfering with his fight. This had begun as a duel, and yet somehow he couldn't go half a minute without another mindless moron jumping at his blade. [color=ed1c24]"Wait your turn, mortal!"[/color] A swipe of Khaine's hand was aimed to send Gin slamming into the ground, although considering his human physiology, the blow was more likely to turn him into pudding if it landed.