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The Jewel of the Warmaster
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Tarik Torgaddon regarded the small dark haired girl he had clasped in his hands and broke into a smile that gave his brother and fellow Chapter Master great reason to feel concerned.
"Tarik." Loken said flatly.
Breaking the staring match, replete with silly faces he had been competing in, leaving the girl giggling and clapping her hands in delight, the equally dark haired Marine looked up and noted Loken's unimpressed look, "Relax, Garvi," he said airily, "She and I are going to get along just fine."
"…That's what I'm worried about," deadpanned the blonde.
There was a rich chuckle from the fourth person in the room, whom had been silent until that moment.
"Sir?"
"Nothing, my sons," said Horus, an amused twinkle in his eyes.
This earned a pair of mildly sceptical looks, making Horus' give them a look of affronted innocence.
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The girl made a rude noise in Loken's direction, before laughing and ducking for cover behind Torgaddon, who laughed and scooped her up, "That's my girl!"
Loken only rolled his eyes in mild disgust.
His dark haired brother only said, "My turn to be the favourite uncle now," he noted somewhat smugly.
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There was a loud clang as the practice sword met the young woman's pearly white gauntlets and she wavered at the force behind it, her own sword skittering across the floor of the training cage.
Her current training partner sighed, "You keep leaving yourself open when going through that form," he chided.
The brunette gave the grey-eyed man a vexed look, fair cheeks puffing out, "I still don't get why it has to be those precise angles I hold myself in, it isn't comfortable," she complained.
Loken gave her a dry look, "Let's go through it again, properly, and you should understand."
He led her slowly through the form, and again more swiftly and at the end Adamina was studying her sword, expression thoughtful.
"Well?"
She rolled her eyes, a small smile forming despite herself, "Fine, fine, you where right."
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