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Ferrus Manus sat down heavily on the floor, holding his chest. He was quite certain something was broken there. Otherwise, breathing would have been easier.
"Get up," Konrad Curze hissed.
Slowly, the Primarch of the Iron Hands rose to his feet. Curze was right. He still had things to do. Unsteadily, he hobbled towards the make-shift forge. His own Marines and a small group of Serenity's Silver Knight had been tirelessly working on weakening that sword.
Ignoring the pain—it would be weakness to give up now—he brought down his hammer on the pommel jewel of the Learan blade. It broke into many pieces, scattering all over. The second hit smashed the blade. The third destroyed the handle.
Ferrus Manus let himself be lead away to the side and allowed the Iron Hand's Apothecary to examine his chest. Him getting hurt was a calculated risk he and Curze had been willing to undertake.
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Konrad's task was, he supposed, far easier to that of Ferrus Manus. He just had to destroy the painting. As soon as he heard the first clang of the hammer, he tore through the canvas. Nothing happened.
The torn fabric hung from the frame pitifully. Konrad prepared to lash out again, when he noticed a drop fall down from the canvas. Paint? No, his nose informed him soon enough he was wrong. The canvas was rotting, melting as it crumpled and fell off the frame.
Something coiled around it. The best description Konrad could give was "purple mist".
"THE MIRROR!" he roared, kicking the putrid remains of the painting away.
There was the sound that could only be accompanying the destruction of the mirror. The mist dispersed.
Konrad Curze turned around just in time to see Fulgrim's body stir.
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Plans were good, but unfortunately they only took you this far. Neither he, nor Ferrus Manus had really thought about the after. He supposed it was terribly naïve of them to assume it all would be fine once the deamon was out and Fulgrim was back in his original body.
Now, however, he could tell this would not be the case. Not with Fulgrim refusing to take off his armour, even the gloves and insisting he should hit him.
Why him? Konrad Curze was good with a lot of things, but trauma was something that he had no idea how to deal with. And he had to keep Fulgrim from Ferrus Manus until the latter's chest was healed. He had a feeling that finding out how badly the Primarch of the Iron Hands had gotten hurt would not help.
"I suppose we could spar?" he suggested after a moment's consideration.
That would distract Fulgrim, right?
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