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Side note: People need to get the audio book of this, it is simply amazing, and this extract does feature some heavy spoilers from the final parts of the book.
Context: Fulgrim and his entire twisted Legion of 100k marines, are fighting in and on a section of the Saturnine Wall. Leading 200 handpicked veterans from the loyalist and blackshield astartes forces, originally tasked with a separate goal nearby, Rogal Dorn himself has taken to the wall top, to reinforce the small garrison of 500 Imperial Fists and 2000 auxilia (not including support crews) that man the defence.
The newblood Captain Madius, who leads the wall garrison of newblood Terran marines, lays broken on the ground, unable to move as the Praetorian and the Phoenician duel.
Madius beheld it all. Propped up against a broken pillar, he watched his Praetorian’s wrath unleashed.Dorn once again shows that he can shit talk any of his brothers with facts in what they believe is their moment of glory. In Praetorian of Dorn, he shit talks Alpharius after a compliance, in First Wall he shit talks Perturabo and now in this he shit talks Fulgrim. And with Fulgrim, ignoring his taunts and launching his own worked to great effect.
‘Your pretty wall is broken, Rogal!’ Fulgrim declared. He lashed his blade into Dorn’s shield, and drew splinters. ‘Your famous fortress is undone! It-‘
Dorn’s blow knocked the next words out of his mouth. Fulgrim stumbled. Dorn’s greatsword tore into his ribs. Fulgrim struck back, but found only shield again.
‘You are a man in a broken tower!’ Fulgrim taunted, and spat out blood. ‘You stand so proud, and so defiant, ignoring the fact the tower is falling around you! It will-‘
Another blow. Fulgrim staggered away, then spun, head lowered, hair billowing, keeping his distance. Dorn lunged anyway, driving his shield into body and face. Fulgrim threw him off, and leapt aside.
‘So silent, Rogal,’ he crooned. ‘No words of denial? No pleading for me to change my foolish ways and come back to you? You can tell me it’s not too late. You can promise me sweet forgiveness-‘
Dorn blocked into him, broke his guard with his shield, buried his blade in Fulgrim’s shoulder meat, then body-smashed him across the platform.
‘Deeds are my words,’ Dorn said.
Fulgrim nodded, and spat blood again.
*‘*Always,’ he agreed, licking blood off his teeth. ‘You were never the wit. Never one for fine conversation. Just hard at work and-‘
Dorn broke his guard again with another lunge, carving a chunk of plate from Fulgrim’s flank. Fulgrim surged, and hammered out nine rapid blows, each one a master kill-stroke. Dorn blocked each one. Their blades flew, ringing against each other, drawing sparks.
Fulgrim danced backwards. Dorn advanced.
Fulgrim wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and smeared blood across his cheek.
‘Are you really not going to try and convince me,’ asked Fulgrim, ‘that I have made a mistake? Talk me back into the fold, where I can make amends?’
Dorn surged, and threw two rapid blows that Fulgrim only blocked with effort.
‘No,’ said Dorn.
He struck again, a low slice that Fulgrim parried, then a high back-cut that tore through Fulgrim’s gorget, and scattered broken rings of golden mail.
‘I’m just going to kill you,’ said Dorn.
The Phoenician growled, and charged two steps. Dorn met his first slash with his shield, and countered his second with his blade. A third, he parried; a fourth, he turned aside in a squealing slide of steel that threw off sparks.
Fulgrim backed off, arms spread, circling.
‘Are you, now?’ Fulgrim said. ‘How bold. How empty. Look around.’
Dorn’s glare remained fixed on Fulgrim. He feinted a step, a bait Fulgrim took, then rammed the Phoenician with his shield, and hammered two blows into his ribs with his pommel before they broke contact again.
‘I said look around!’ Fulgrim snapped. Blood was streaming from his wounds, rolling down his gashed armour. Some had got in his hair. He tossed his sword from hand to hand, then seized the grip with both, and hacked down at Dorn. Dorn blocked with a raised shield, turned out, and raked his blade deep across Fulgrim’s chest. Fulgrim stumbled clear.
‘Look around! Look around!’ Fulgrim screeched. *‘*See what’s happening, Rogal dolt*!*** Your tower is tumbling down! No more running to daddy crying, “Look! Look what I’ve built!” It took you years to make this, and in one night, I roll down upon you, crack your shield and build a foothold-‘
Dorn stamped at him, and they traded four swift blows that chimed like bells.
‘Look?’ said Dorn. His gaze did not shift from Fulgrim’s face. ‘I don’t have to. I see it all.’
‘All what?’ snarled Fulgrim. He swung. Dorn turned the blade aside.
‘I see your siege machines burning at the foot of the wall,’ said Dorn ‘I see your sonic weapons silenced. I see your host, foolishly committed in its entirety, pouring into a run of wall that can be held by a force a tenth that size.’
Their blades flashed and rang again. Dorn lost a chunk of shield. Fulgrim took a laceration to the shoulder.
‘And is held by a force a tenth that size,’ said Dorn calmly. ‘Imperial Fists, now bolstered by the two hundred Legiones Astartes veterans I brought with me. Two hundred veterans who are skilled in every doctrine of war. Who have rallied this garrison and this wall stretch, and are now slaughtering the vanguard you so wantonly committed. They thank you for giving them such a wealth of bodies to reap. You have no foothold.’
‘I have!’ Fulgrim roared. He smashed his blade at Dorn, a series of furious strokes. Dorn parried them away. Only one got through, and gouged his shoulder guard.
‘No,’ said Dorn, as they circled again. ‘You’re a fine fighter, but a poor strategist. You committed everything against a gap that could be held. You’ve burned the cream of your host for nothing. Made them cannon fodder. Nine thousand dead and counting. I know, Fulgrim. I know everything.’
‘You know nothing!’ Fulgrim cried. He railed in, and his gleaming blade sliced the flesh above Dorn’s right eye. Dorn caved his ribs with the edge of his shield, punched him in the face with his sword’s guard and kicked him backwards.
‘You’ve let yourself be used as a distraction,’ said Dorn, keeping his gaze on his adversary, ignoring the blood pouring down his face. ‘You’ve let your host be decimated. For nothing. The Saturnine ruse – I know about that too – has failed. Perturabo played his move, and lost his piece. You’re just a pawn. Was it the Lord of Iron who fooled you into this? Lupercal? Abaddon? You must have been willing. Were you getting bored with it? The spear-tip is broken. You’re holding a gate for no one. You’re just an idiot standing on a wall.’
Fulgrim’s eyes widened very slightly.
‘It failed?’ he whispered.
Dorn lunged. Fulgrim leapt back. Dorn sliced, and Fulgrim capered clear.
‘I’m not trapped here’ said Dorn. ‘I’m not under siege today. You are. And that’s why I’m going to kill you.’
The Praetorian swung. Fulgrim parried. Dorn followed in, and the greatsword tore Fulgrim’s cheek open. The Phoenician stabbed frantically, splitting armour, and lacerating Dorn’s side. Dorn struck out, and severed Fulgrim’s left wrist so the hand was left hanging by a shred of flesh.
Dorn drove the entire length of his blade through Fulgrim’s belly.
They stood for a moment as though embracing, the length of Dorn’s sword spearing out from Fulgrim’s spine, steam rising from the blade.
Fulgrim rested his bloody cheek on Dorn’s shoulder, and sighed. Dorn ripped the sword out, and stepped clear.
‘Well,’ whispered Fulgrim, blood spattering out of his mouth. ‘What a mess.’ He straightened up, gore running from his torn face and broken plate. ‘It really failed, then? The Mournival plan?’ he asked.
‘It did. They are all dead.’
‘Oh.’ Fulgrim smiled as much as his butchered face would allow. Teeth were visible through the slash in his cheek. ‘You do fine work,’ he said.
‘I wanted a scalp,’ said Dorn. ‘I wanted his head. Lupercal. But you came instead. A Traitor primarch. I’ll make do with you.’
‘All these things you know,’ said Fulgrim. ‘So very able and informed. But there are things you don’t.’
‘Name one,’ said Dorn.
‘One,’ said Fulgrim. ‘I can’t die.’
He stared at Dorn. His wounds closed, the skin re-knitting without a scar. His dangling hand re-fused. His armour fixed itself and regained its lustre. His blood dried up, and blew away as dust.
‘Two,’ he said. ‘I am sick of all of this. All of it. The others can find a way to grind you down and bring your fortress low. I cannot die, but I feel the pain, and I won’t take any more of it.’
He sheathed his blade. His form began to grow, stretching its dimensions with an unearthly inner light. His legs fused like flowing wax, and he became, from the waist down, a gigantic serpent. The thick loops of his snaking lower body coiled out across the stonework, scales gleaming like mother-of-pearl. He rose up, his lammia-form towering over the Praetorian. There were scales around his eyes and cheek, and his tongue was forked.
Dorn stared back up. He did not take a step backwards, but his eyes narrowed and his grip on his sword tightened. There were no words for the impossibility of what he was seeing with his own eyes.
‘Three,’ Fulgrim said, no longer smiling. ‘I hope our father burns when the time comes. I hope Lupercal turns Him into a screaming corpse. But you won’t see that, Rogal. You’re the one who dies here.’
The Phoenician turned, and his huge form glided away towards the parapet. He surged off the edge. Black rose petals opened in the air, swallowed him, and vanished.
Dorn turned slowly.
They had formed a ring around him. Eidolon, Von Kaida, Lecus Phodion, Jarkon Darol, Quine Mylossar, Nuno DeDonna and fifty other gleaming warriors of the Emperor’s Children elite guard.
Dorn shook out his shoulders, and raised his sword and shield.
‘Try me,’ he said.
They rushed him.
Fulgrim in this is frantic in his swordplay at times, especially towards the end when Dorn has fully closed the distance between them and he can't get away. His admission that he can't handle the pain is interesting, maybe Dorn's theorised antiwarp ability has come into play here. Maybe, whilst he can't die, Fulgrim can still feel fear about dying and his human form still reacts in the ways it would do if taking such wounds.Also that Fulgrim, immediately after reverting back to his snake form leaves suggests that he was unable to maintain such a form for an extended period of time.
The true extent of their dead (not including wounded) is revealed later on in the book.
(From a stand point as well, he has 2 for 2 "kills" on Primarchs in duels. With Alpharius actually dying and Fulgrim surviving because of being a daemon prince)
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After finishing his gruesome task of stripping the flesh from one of the cadavers, the human started a fire. When he first had managed to start a fire, two days ago, by rubbing some pieces of wood toghether, the Bardi had been impressed. Now they were numb with pain and were just wondering, with sick fascination, what would the barbaric creature do next.
The human made two holes in the ground on two sides of his hearth, and wedged a piece of wood into each hole, fixing them to stand upright. He then sharpened a longer, straight branch at one end, and the he... he... Not even one single member of the council was able to keep his face towards the big screen. They all turned or lowered their heads (some heaving heavily), as the human plunged his sharpened pole into the backside of the second corpse, and pushed, and hammered it in, until the sharp end exited through the neck of the corpse. He pushed some more, until a good length of bloodied wood was visible on both sides. With a heave, he placed the pole with impaled dead trooper over the burning fire, with the ends of the pole suspended on the upright pieces of wood planted on the sides of the fire.
The silence in the war room council was heavy. The air was thick with the smell of puke from the Bari that didn't make it to the facilities and had vomited right there. Their were staring with blank eyes at the horror on the screen. Nobody had the power to even move anymore. They stood like that for more than half an hour. In silence. Thankfully, the human seemed to have finished his horrific spree, and was now sitting calmly by the fire, adding pieces of wood on it, from time to time, and sometimes rotating a bit the gruesome pole.
General Konk, a veteran of many wars, managed to found the strength to croak meekly:
- "Perhaps the beast has finally sated his thirst of revenge and this is a... funeral pyre..."
The rest of his words died in his throat, as the human reached for his sharpened stone, and with lustful eyes, and trembling, unpatient hands, cut a piece from the corpse and put it in his mouth.
The senior general reached for the remote and mercifully shut down the screen. They all stood frozen for a few minutes.
- "This is madness... I will not send even one of my soldiers against....that! I have never seen such ... cruelty in the entire universe. War against this species is out of the question. We will continue to avoid them, and inform all of the other races we are in contact with to avoid them too. The recording of these events must be sealed and never shown to the public or to our troops."
The words of the senior general were met with mute, but unanimous agreement. The decision to avoid the humans lifted some of the heaviness from the room. That was until the big screen came back online, on its on. But this time, it was not the satellite feed. The screen was filled with the image of an angry human, in military looking outfit.
- "This is general Clegane, of the Battleship HMS 'The Hound'. May I ask what in the name of the Almighty did you had in mind when you attacked one of our merchant ships?"