단편 Savage Weapons에서 라이온 도우라고 콜스웨인을 보내고 혼자서 세바타, 섕을 상대하는 장면 직후
Alajos was many things beside his rank of Ninth Captain: a loyalson; a dutiful knight; a gifted tactician; and a warrior with a head for the detailed logistics of planning and organising a crusade force.
He was also one of the finest swordsmen in the First Legion, and had once lasted almost a full minute in a spar with his primarch. He suspected the number of Legiones Astartes warriors capable of besting him numbered fewer than twenty across all the Legions. Ezekyle Abaddon of the traitorous Sons was one; Jubal Khan of the Scars another; and Templar Sigismund of the Fists definitely another.
As was Sevatar. His name joined the others, coursing through both sides of the Imperial Civil War, cheered by some, cursed by others. Sheng was Nostraman gutter trash – he offered almost no threat at all despite being his primarch’s huscarl. When Alajos assured Corswain he would kill the Night Lord, it hadn’t been false bravado. He could, and would, do just that. The first clashes of blade on blade told Alajos all he needed to know about the other warrior’s form: Sheng was an aggressive killer, seeking to stab rather than chop, dodging rather than blocking. But the tells betrayed him, as they always did to those who knew what to seek. Sheng was slower than Alajos. Weaker. Less experienced. He overbalanced when he dodged. He missed the perfect angle of his blade each time he parried. Appallingly inelegant swordwork. He’d be dead in minutes.
Alajos engaged him and held nothing back, utterly convinced of victory.
When Sevatar finally broke cover behind Corswain, Alajos had whispered his warning. Corswain chose to run on. Sevatar, curse his
eyes, chose not to pursue. Alajos had watched Corswain’s pounding boots breed more distance between them, while Sevatar stalked
back to aid his foul brother, Sheng.
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