The building had been the seat of the Choral City's civilian parliament, a counterpart to the nobles who had ruled from the Precentor's Palace, but the promiВnent citizens who had taken shelter inside had died as surely as the horde of civilians outside.
Loken pushed through the sea of black bones, his sword ready in his hand as he forged through the thicket of bone. A skull grinned up at him, its burned and empty eye sockets accusing. Behind him, Torgaddon covered the forum beyond them.
'Wait,’ said Loken quietly.
Torgaddon halted and looked round. 'Is it them?'
'I don't know, maybe,’ said Loken, looking up at the parliament house. Beyond it he could just see the lines of a spacecraft, a stormbird in Sons of Horus colours. 'Someone landed here, that's for sure,’
They continued onwards to the edge of the parВliament building, climbing the smooth marble steps. Its great doors had been thick studded oak, but they had been eaten away by the virus and burned to ash by the firestorm.
'Shall we?' asked Torgaddon.
Loken nodded, suddenly wishing that they had not come here, as a terrible feeling of doom settled on him. He looked at Torgaddon and wished he had some fitting words to say to him before they took these last, fateful steps.
Torgaddon seemed to understand what he was thinking and said, 'Yes. I know, but what choice do we have?'
'None,’ said Loken, marching through the archВway and into the parliament house.
The interior of the building had been protected from the worst of the virus bombing and firestorm, only a few tangled blackened corpses lying sprawled among the dark wood panels and furВnishings. The walls of the circular building were adorned with faded frescoes of the Choral City's magnificent past, telling the tales of its growth and conquests.
The benches and voting-tables of the parliament were arranged around a central stage with a lectern from which the debates were led.
On the stage, in front of the lectern, stood Ezekyle Abaddon and Horus Aximand.
'You betrayed us,' said Tarvitz, the hurt and disapВpointment almost too much to bear. You killed your own men and let Eidolon and his warriors into the palace. Didn't you?'
'I did,’ said Lucius, swinging his sword in loops around his body as he loosened his muscles in preparation for the fight Tarvitz knew must come next. And I'd do it again in a heartbeat,’
Tarvitz circled the edge of the dome, his steps in time with those of the swordsman. He had no illuВsions as to the outcome of this fight, Lucius was the pre-eminent blade master of the Legion, perhaps all the Legions. He knew he could not defeat Lucius, but this betrayal demanded retribution.
Honour must be satisfied.
'Why, Lucius?' asked Tarvitz.
'How can you ask me that, Saul?' demanded Lucius, drawing the circle closer and, step by step, the distance between the two warriors shrank. 'I am only here thanks to my misplaced acquaintance with you. I know what the lord commander and Fabius offered you. How could you turn such an opportunity down?'
'It was an abomination, Lucius,’ said Tarvitz, knowing he had to keep Lucius talking for as long as he could. 'To tamper with the gene-seed? How can you possibly believe that the Emperor would condone such a thing?'
The Emperor?' laughed Lucius. 'Are you so sure he would disapprove? Look at what he did to create the primarchs? Aren't we the result of genetic manipulaВtion? The experiments Fabius is conducting are the logical next link in that evolutionary chain. We are a superior race and we must establish that superiority over any lesser beings that stand in our way,’
'Even your fellow warriors?' spat Tarvitz, gesturing to the corpses around the dome's circumference with the blade of his sword.
Lucius shrugged. 'Even them. I am going to rejoin my Legion and they tried to stop me. What choice did I have? Just like you are going to try and stop me,’
'You'll kill me too?' asked Tarvitz. 'After all the years we've fought together?'
'Don't try and appeal to my sense of fond remiВniscences, Saul,’ warned Lucius. 'I am better than
you and I am going to achieve great things in the service of my Legion. Neither you or any foolish sense of misplaced loyalty are going to stop me.'
Lucius lifted the blade of his sword and dropped into a fighting crouch as Tarvitz approached him. The dome seemed suddenly silent as the two comВbatants circled one another, each searching for a weakness in the other's defences. Tarvitz drew his combat knife in his left hand and reversed the blade, knowing he would need as many blades between him and Lucius as humanly possible.
Tarvitz knew there were no more words to be spoВken. This could only end in blood.
Without warning, he leapt towards Lucius, thrustВing with the smaller blade, but even as he attacked he saw that Lucius had been expecting it.
Lucius swayed aside and swept the hilt of his sword down, smashing the knife from his hand. The swordsman ducked as Tarvitz turned on his heel and slashed high with his sword.
Tarvitz's blade cut only air and Lucius hammered his elbow into his side.
He danced away, expecting Lucius to land a blow, but the swordsman merely smiled and danced around him lightly on the balls of his feet. Lucius was playing with him, and he felt his anger mount in the face of such mockery.
Lucius advanced towards Tarvitz, darting in with the speed of a striking snake to thrust at his stomВach. Tarvitz blocked the thrust, rolling his wrists over Lucius's blade and slashing for his neck, but
the swordsman had anticipated the move and nimВbly dodged the blow.
Tarvitz attacked suddenly, his blade a flashing blur of steel that forced Lucius back step by step. Lucius parried a vicious slash aimed at his groin, spinning with a laugh to launch a lightning riposte at his foe.
Tarvitz saw the blade cut the air towards him, knowing he was powerless to prevent it landing. He hurled himself back, but felt a red-hot line of agony as the energised edge bit deep into his side He clamped a hand to his side as blood spilled down his armour, gasping in pain before his armour disВpensed stimulants that blocked it.
Tarvitz backed away from Lucius and the swordsВman followed with a grin of anticipation.
'If that's the best you've got, Saul, then you'd best give up now,’ smirked Lucius. 'I promise I'll make it quick.'
'I was just about to say the same thing, Lucius,' gasped Tarvitz, lifting his sword once again.
The two warriors clashed once more, their swords shimmering streaks of silver and blue as coruscatВing sparks spat from their blades. Tarvitz fought with every ounce of courage, strength and skill he could muster, but he knew it was hopeless. Lucius parried his every attack with ease and casually landed cut after cut on his flesh, enough to draw blood and hurt, but not enough to kill.
Blood gathered in the corner of his mouth as he staggered away from yet another wounding blow.
'A hit,' sniggered Lucius. 'A palpable hit.'
Tarvitz knew he was fighting with the last of his reserves and the fight could not go on much longer. Soon Lucius would tire of his poor sport and finish him, but perhaps he had held him here for long enough.
'Had enough?' coughed Tarvitz. 'You don't have to die here.'
Lucius cocked his head to one side as he advanced towards him and said, 'You're serious, aren't you? You actually think you can beat me.'
Tarvitz nodded and spat blood. 'Come on and have a go if you think you can kill me,’
Lucius leapt forwards to attack and Tarvitz dropped his sword and leapt to meet him. SurВprised by such an obviously suicidal move, Lucius was a fraction of a second too late to dodge Tarvitz's attack.