Eris pressed her back into the ebon fur of Angron's cloak. Half bracing for an attack and half because an Astartes had knocked her into it. The marine attacking her got little chance of attack, as before his sword could clash into her axe had cleaved from his body in a wave of carmine blood. Eris laughed bawdily and prepared to spring at the next marine to look at her. But before she could-
"Stay with me!" Angron roared over the din of the constant melee. Eris snapped her head around and glared at him. he could have simply lept at the man, but she didn't want to risk it. Not with Angron. Especially not with battlefield Angron.
"I need no protection!" Eris yelled, blocking an attack with her axe. She turned with haste and chopped the attacking Space Wolves head off, being rewarded with a geyser of blood. She then glared back at Angron. Who now stood at her side. He growled and moved to stand in front of her. Blocking her view of the oncoming assault, she tried to look in front of him, but the hundreds of skulls covering his armor combined with the sheer bulk of her husband made it impossible.
"Stay behind!" He barked, making quick work out of the men that had stood in front of them. A revoltingly beautiful display of gore filled his vision, as well as painting his armor.
"I will not cower behind you like a dog!" she yelled, turning from him and forcing her axe onto the shoulders of closest Astartes to her in a striking motion. He had slipped past the frontal "formation" of the world eaters and made a sloppy attempt at her life with a mere combat knife. The kill took the edge off of her anger, but it was starting to gain on her. Quickly too.
"It's for your safety! I don't "- He paused and let out a painful scream. It was a harsh mixture of torment and anger. He often did when his feelings for Eris came to mind. It was agonizing for him to handle and cogitate the feeling of love, especially when the nails were biting. "I don't want you dead! I need you alive! I can't lose you!" Were the last things he said before his words became a torrent of babbles and roars in pain
Eris focused on her murder-making before she responded to him, she needed to clear her head. She didn't know what to say, but she very rarely did. On one hand, it was very flattering and shocking that The Red Angel cared so much for her. But on the other, she found it insulting that he thought so low of her ability that she needed his constant protection. "I'm fine! Let me fight!" Angron growled and she could sense the hesitation in his demeanor. He didn't enjoy getting physical with Eris. He had rarely in the past, but it never ended well. "No!" he finally said, punctuating the remake with a spray of foamy gore where Gorechild had connected to the stomach of a Wolf.
"I will not die!" She yelled in response. She was really getting angry now, and the brutality of her attacks increased with her mood. By the time Angron gave her a response, blood-soaked her from head to toe in blood. The bronze of her Vratine armor was barely visible under the crimson. The swiftness and brutality of her attacks had resulted in a temporary pause of advancement on the Wolves part.
"You don't know that!"
"I damn well do! Now let me really fight!" she yelled. Angron roared and turned to face her. For a split second, Eris thought she was going to die. She braced herself, wrenching her eyes shut and bearing her axe up to block. But instead, he stood next to her. He let out a howl of battle and revved his chain axes.
"Together!" He roared, with the rare tone of joy, before charging into the growing din of battle. Eris smiled and followed him. Side-by-side was much more her style.
