The Marine Commander swung his oversized Relic Blade up
around his head and out in an attempt to decapitate Commissar-General Marwood.
The old Commissar clumsily ducked and brought his Power Fist up to block the
strike. There was a loud crack of energy discharge and the smell of ozone as
the blade ricocheted off of his fist. In a fluid sweeping motion the Commander
continued the flight of his blade around and down toward the Commissar. Marwood
leaped backwards falling on his wrinkled rump and gasped as the sparking blade
split the ground between his legs – narrowly avoiding a battlefield castration.
Appearing from the blur of combat around them, Primaris Azzopardi swung his
mighty Force Axe at the Commanders flank. In a display of mastery footwork and
swordsmanship the Commander swiftly moved, parring the strike and followed with
a series of quick slashes. As the Primaris defended with his large axe, Marwood
was granted the few seconded that he needed. His hand disappeared into his coat
pocket and reappeared grasping a glass vile of Fury. In a single well-practiced
motion he thumbed off the cork stopper and drove the opening into the external
stim port of his power fist. He instantly felt the strength, he felt the power,
he felt the Fury. With agility thought to be long lost in his youth the old
Commissar rolled to his feed. As the Commander swung his Relic Blade in a wide
strike, Marwood, using his momentum stepped inside the swing. With unexpected
speed, Marwood forcefully thrust his crackling power fist into the right side
of the Commander’s back fracturing his elegant artificer armour. The Commander
curled his torso like a school boy receiving his first kidney punch while his
aslant continued the frenzied assault. With speed, Marwood punched high uppercutting
the Commander’s helmeted chin, then across and down in a backfist, followed by
an almighty forward punch square on his helmet fount. As the Commander’s head
rebounded of the fist, Marwood saw parts of shattered eye lens and fragments of
crushed vent explode outward from the blow. The commander’s body limply fell
backwards collapsing into the dirt.