It was no gift; the Lord of Iron was not known to be so inclined. Generously, Talthybius might consider it a challenge. Either he overcame his new disabilities and continue to serve the legion, or he would fall in battle. Either way, the arithmetic of war would be moved closer to Perturabo’s liking.
Servos in his cybernetic leg strained under the burden of his cataphracti plate. He refused to slow down, his gene-sire’s stubbornness forcing him on.
He reached the plaza and keyed his exterior vox units.
“I am Honored Talthybius, of the 701st Grand Battalion, of the Iron Fourth. We are the Iron Warriors. We are the grinders of corpses. We are come here by the commands of the Lord of Iron and of the Emperor of Mankind. Surrender or die.”
I’m pretty pleased with this guy, especially the attempt at the bionic leg.
Hopefully he will go about doling out challenges and thunder hammer blows.
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