The Talon of Horus

Horus turned in a blur, Worldbreaker swinging in an arc faster than a weapon of its size and weight should ever be able to move. Abaddon not only parried the mace, he caught it. He held it. He gripped it in the great Talon stained with the blood of a god and His angel.

Father and son faced each other, breathing spite into each other's snarling features. For the first time, the primarch spoke. Spit stringed between his teeth. They were clean and unmarked, not etched with Cthonian hieroglyphs as Abaddon's were.

-'That. Is. My. Talon.'

Abaddon closed his fist. Worldbreaker broke as Saern had broken, shattering against the superior weapon. Scrap metal fell from Abaddon's scythed fingers.