He turns, but Sanguinius has already found him again, arcing in like a seeker
missile. Encarmine, swung with both hands at full force, strikes the
Warmaster’s front plating. Failing reactive shields pop with a bang. The
blade strikes a thick section clean off the lip of the gorget, and leaves a
bloody tear across the Lupercal’s left brow and cheek.
Horus roars like a woken dragon.
The rage is here.