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	Gram felt Khaine's grip, and had expected a sword though the back, but rather, was pushed forwards. He knew what Khaine's plan was, to have him drown in this sea of metal. However, Gram had another plan. As he fell, he flung Doom back up like a rocket, him most likely smashing into the roof above Khaine, painfully, but not causing any real damage. Gram however quickly struck molten metal, and seemed to sink down underneath it, his eyes widening as utter pain filled him....but this, was not the first time pain had enveloped the warrior before. Nor was it the first time he had been exposed to such influences, other great dark powers having tried to have their way with Gram's mind and soul. 



	This wouldn't be the first time they failed, either.

It took only a few moments, before from within the metal sea, a spot of darkness began to burn though, a bubble of liquid steel forming, only for Gram to emerge, rushing forwards, his arm enveloped in a dark aura. While the demonic powers that be failed to control him, they did do something far, far worse. They awoken a fury in Gram that only one other being had seen before.
	"WARLOCK-PAUNNNNNCCCCHHHHH!" He roars, intending to catch Khaine off guard as he delt with Gin, and then intending to blow a hole clean though the dread lord's right shoulder. His objective? Sever the Dreadlord's arms, and....Dis-arm him, to stop the fight.