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... ough the air, each strike a masterwork of martial artistry. Yet Gorblasta's power klaw knocked them aside with casual ease, the Prime-Ork's movements lacking grace but possessing an economy of motion that spoke of terrifying efficiency.
"That all you got, pretty boy?" Gorblasta's perfect Gothic carried across the battlefield. "All that fancy dancing, and you can't even scratch my paint job?"
Fulgrim's perfect features twisted in anger. This was wrong. He was a Primarch, a son of ...
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