Chapter 17

Belica swung down at Harry's head with a second knife he pulled from a scabbard from his back, Harry quickly reacts and within a blink has his knife intercept and deflect the blow before he raises his foot and lashes out at Belica's stomach with a kick.

Belica turns at the waist and makes the foot fly past him, but the wind pressure from the kick makes his second knife attack miss its intended target of Harry's throat and instead makes his target the right shoulder hoping to disable that arm and make Harry drop his knife and become defenseless.

Harry moves his right foot backwards causing that entire side to twist and making it so the knife barely grazes his skin.

As Belica tries to recover, Harry capitalizes and thrust his knife forward aiming for Belica's liver, but the grey beard uses the moment of his missed atttack to move his knife to intercept the young lords attack while his other knife is aimed at Harry's eye.

Harry jerks his head back and kicks out his leg, hoping to hit Belica in the stomach, but the grey beard simply catches to kick and uses it to break away from Harry and get a bit of distance to try and recollect himself and think of a new approach to this fight.

On the side lines the sisters barely follow the combat that had followed so far, the engagement had taken only three seconds, and they both were proud of what they had seen.

"Our lord truly is remarkable," Quilia's voice held such admiration and jubilation. "Being able to hold his own against such a skilled and seasoned opponent shows why he is the best."

Sister Dominacca simply watched the fight with intensity, her chainsword strapped to her hip, but neither sister noticed the large form slowly making its way to behind Belica as the grey beard kept his eyes on his lord. As Belica finally moved forward again to reengage his lord, a heavy force hits him from the back, his years of experience kick in and he rolls with the blow, moving out from under whatever had hit him and once more on his feet he turns to see what hard attacked him.

Crouched next to her pup, Emma had pulled back her lips to expose her teeth and her hackles raised, not a single sound escaped her maw though, almost as silent as the wind.

Belica wasn't surprised by the wolf joining, just that she had joined so early, he quickly start analyzing the new situation he was in but Harry wasn't going to give him any more time.

With a speed that almost caught Belica off guard, Harry began attacking once again, hacking and slashing at points across Belica, from his ankles and knees, to his shoulders and elbows. Harry began to push hard against the grey beard as Emma circled them and took chances at attacking Belica's back whenever the grey beard left it fully open.

Belica was being pressed and he was starting to get many cuts and bruises across his body, but the large bloody smile plastered across his face showed nothing but joy at this spar.

Normally the wolves hate underhanded tactics, but Belica had been alive so long to get passed the title of longfang to grey beard not by being the one with the most honor but by being the one that wanted to survive harder.

So as any child of Fenris, he was overjoyed at being pushed to be better, stronger, smarter, faster, to try and survive and prove he his the better predator of all who faced him. But to be pushed like this, to be so close to death at the hands of an opponent, even one so young, was to simply make him a better fighter if he survives, and he would fight until it was over.

Soon enough, in a move that trapped all three knives together and left his back exposed, Belica had to surrender the spar, Emma's teeth to his throat and all knife points at one of his hearts.

As Belica slumped to the ground to recover from his wounds, Quilia and Dominacca rushed to their lords side and began to praise his spar and the skill he showed off.

"You were simply marvelous my lord." Quilia couldn't hide the sheer adulation in her voice. "Besting and older more experienced opponent and in such a short time is to be expected of our lord." Dominacca didn't say anything, but the admiration and burning pride in her eyes seemed to convey every thing, but Harry was focused more on the spar he just had then the words of his subordinates.

Harry was disappointed he couldn't handle the spar himself, after all, not ever battle field will be able to let him and Emma team up like this, taking on a more experienced and bettered armed opponent.

He needed to get better at working with out Emma needing to harass his opponent if he wants to be able to stand as an example to any of his men and the rest of he legions, he couldn't let himself be handicapped like that.

Emma knew this, but she wasn't going to let her pup think she wouldn't do anything about it, no matter what she would sacrifice anything to see her pup live.

So Harry looks around the room and finds something he had missed earlier, a hole in the floor that looks deep and dank, moving over to it he looks down and sees at the bottom a strange creature. It looked like a mix between a Ogryn and some rock, grey skin and a small pointed head sat atop a large and powerful body with thick legs, the creature looked up at Harry and roared in defiance and challenge.

Quilia moved to her lords side and gave a disdainful sneer at the creature at the bottom of the hole.

"For give us for letting you see such an abomination my lord, the creature had been here since we started using this room so we assumed it was ment to be here so we couldn't exterminate it as we should."

The contempt and sheer loathing in Quilia's voice caused Harry to chuckle before he turns to look at the sister of battle and points at the creature.

"Suster Quilia, that thing isn't supposed to be here, I imagine someone trapped and just didn't know what to do with it and left it hoping it would die, since it is a danger to the students we should get rid of it before it could cause any undue harm."

The malicious intent behind Quilia's smile reminded Harry of the time he found a nest of heretics while training with the sisters, he could remember the smell of burning flesh and screaming heretics as they where purged from the universe. Quilia rips of the robe she has been wearing to show that it covered her power armor she wore, quickly Quilia moved to a rack next to the door and pulled from it a melta gun and moved back to the hole.

Aiming down at the creature, Quilia begins to charge the shot, speaking a prayer to the Emperor and the machine spirit, once she finishes both she pulls the trigger.

A bright ball of energy shots out of the melta and speeds down at the creature, just before the thing can bellow at them agian, it's entire upper body and head turn into a mist of red.

The remaining arms and lower body fall to the ground spreading their blood across the floor, as Quilia looks at her glorious work sister Dominica comes over with a heavy flamer and points it down the hole before bright promethean flame fills the hole and begins the process of cleaning it purging this galaxy of such a filthy abomination.

Harry just turns and goes to check on the grey beard who was getting back up with all his wounds already fully healed and a change of clothes in hand as he heads to a door at the back of the room.

Emma has returned to the wall she had been at before the spar and returned to taking a nap, Harry chuckles before he heads to the weapons rack and grabs a chainsword and begins to run drills with it.

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By the time Harry was done running his drills, Belica had returned and started doing his own drills with the chainaxe, and the sisters where both finishing their morning prayers and litanies. Harry returned the chainsword to the rack and went to grab his amulet when Belica got his attention.

"Take a shower first lord, the ones down here are even better then those back in the fang."

With a thumb, Belica points to the door at the back of the room and Harry trusting the words of his senior space marine heads towards the door with a set of extra clothes beside it and a towel.