Lion`s Folly Part 1

>During Lion's last spar with that blockhead sister of his he had noticed something else
>When sparing with his brothers, he would never fail to notice their inabilities
>Guillimans overthinking, Sanguinius always holding back, Fulgrims love of splendor, Mortarions rashness
>Even when matched against he supposed peak of humanity, he still found himself in a category of his own
> until he faced Russ
> At the start he only saw a barbaric drunk, unfit to hold a blade, much less command a battlefield
>Now, after countless fights, he saw through such facade
>What he once thought were the moves of a drunken brute, he now saw the intent behind every strike
>No one move too far, no reaction too slow, every punch carrying the perfect force
>A certain grace behind every move, a perfect blend of taunting and allure
>While still being savage, she carried herself not with the aura of a simple minded fool like all the others he faced before
>Blow by blow, he grew more enamored with woman fighting him, seeing the work of not of a barbarian, but a warrior mind capable of equating even his own while in combat
>Plus, she had the perfect body, a mixing of both savagery and beauty, not refined or fragile, yet brwitching all the same
>Near the end of the sparing bout, he had managed to press her against the wall
>But instead of finishing the fight there as he would have normally, he found himself distracted by the woman before him, the ample breasts, shapely muscles, powerful thighs, perfect face
>He couldn't resist pressing his hand gently across her face, while muttering "beautiful" under his breath
>Russ, not losing the opportunity, headbutted her brother and threw him to ground with a powerful kick, not missing the chance to taunt her brothers sudden weird reaction
>Lion defeated, then realized that he finally found something he was lacking his entire life, a challanger fit to face him as equal, a true test of his potential, and the only woman truly fit for himself