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  1. The Lion drew his sword, twisting as he did so to quicken its draw, depressing the activation rune the moment the blade's tip was a disruption field's width from the sheath. The draw instantly became an attack, a horizontal stroke that carved through the Manev thing from shoulder to shoulder.
  2. The captain rippled as the Lion Sword went through him. His arrogant smirk stretched to inhuman proportions. It split the man's face and swallowed it. The rest of his wobbling outline drained after it, following the head into a fissure in realspace like the tentacles of some cnidarian slime. The fissure snapped shut, leaving behind it the scent of every world that had ever died by the Lion's hand. The Lion frowned, narrowing his perspective, sensing as a hunter does the spoor of otherworldly energies left by Manev's teleport-hop down the hall. He appeared to the rear of the block of Muspellian troopers, stepping out of nothingness as if from behind an invisible curtain. Tendrils of wicked energies crawled over his singed uniform. His skin was blackened as though he had leapt through a fire, accentuating the void-black sinks of his eyes and the varicose ridges of his face. His smirk, however, was identical as he drew a bolt pistol from its holster.
  3. 'This traitor usurps your rightful governor.' Manev did not shout, but the Lion could sense the psychic power throbbing out of him with every word, soaking into the men around him like the sun's heat on black rocks.
  4. 'Stand down,' said the Lion.
  5. The lasguns trained on him wavered.
  6. 'You are soldiers of the Emperor!' Manev screamed, and the blunt shock of his power stunned the waverers back into line. 'Kill him!'
  7. The twin multi-lasers on the Rapier batteries at the end of the hall opened up with a sound like a pair of acetylene torches in an oxygen-starved chamber, a hundred sun-hot bolts per second thumping from their racked barrels and converging on the Primarch. Under such a volume of fire, evasion should have been impossible, but the Lion sidestepped the killing beams.
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  9. Lion El' Jonson: Lord of the First
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