Author: drakensis
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It was a clash of titans. Red against black. Superhuman flesh and bone against it's own mirror.
Azmina had pressed one fist between her lips and was gnawing absently upon her knuckle to keep her silence.
Oiled, slippery skin gave no purchase as the two men wrestled their way across the floor of the training hall.
Thora's hands were covering Persephone's eyes. She was sure that her face must be glowing sufficiently to betray their vantage point the minute anyone looked for them.
Angron's shoulders hit the floor, hard enough to dent it. A knee crashed against his hip, pinning him and two black hands closed upon his. He could feel hot breath against his face.
At the back of the little group, Ira affected to be unconcerned. She preferred more... intellectual pursuits. This crudity simply wasn't to her taste. And any hastening of her breath was merely due to the unnecessarily high temperature in the compartment.
They rolled, Angron twisting with the experience of years to bring Vulkan beneath him. The mighty Primarch of the Salamanders had little leverage but his mighty muscles forced him upward nonetheless against his brother.
Serenity squeaked excitedly, drawing gazes from all those in the room. In answer to the accusing looks from the Senshi, she indicated Vulkan's loincloth that had for some reason gone astray.
"WELL SPOTTED," Angron boomed and lifted the garment, handing it to Vulkan. "COVER YOURSELF BROTHER, THERE IS A CHILD PRESENT."
"Shall we call it a draw?" suggested Vulkan.
There were groans from certain unnamed Senshi.
The two Primarchs shook their heads and proceeded to start wiping off the olive oil. Neither had considered before that their sister and her court might have an interest in traditional wrestling forms.
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