Loken closes, sweeping in a right-handed slash across her midriff to try to force her into a clearing parry, then follows up if she does sweep the blade away with a charging shoulder-rush, trying to smash her to the ground with his bulk, and put his blade at her throat if he can.
His face is grim as he closes, eyes showing little but intense concentration. Gone is the psychotic destructiveness of a Berserker, instead, he fights with technical skill, physical strength, and an aggressiveness that was the hallmark of Horus' own Legion, a ferociousness on the attack that made them masters of the speartip, the shock assault. Close combat, and going right for the throat. Not for him the slow attrition battles of the Imperial Fists, or the patient war of the Salamanders. No, this exchange will be decisive, one way or another.
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His face is grim as he closes, eyes showing little but intense concentration. Gone is the psychotic destructiveness of a Berserker, instead, he fights with technical skill, physical strength, and an aggressiveness that was the hallmark of Horus' own Legion, a ferociousness on the attack that made them masters of the speartip, the shock assault. Close combat, and going right for the throat. Not for him the slow attrition battles of the Imperial Fists, or the patient war of the Salamanders. No, this exchange will be decisive, one way or another.