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==The Wolf Strikes==
'''6 386 653.M42'''
: Abaddon had just launched the 17th Black Crusade. He marched at the front of a huge column of Black Legionnaires toward one of the great pylons of Cadia. He almost felt some sorrow as he killed a Cadian Guardsman, having developed a begrudging respect for a world that had resisted him and his forces despite not having such advantages like not being able to truly die. It quickly passed. The rest of his forces mopped up the surrounding enemy combatants as he stared up at the great pylon. His focus shifted beyond the pylon to the cloudy sky. The smoky coverage whirled and parted for drop pods. 


: <span style="color:#2f4f4f">“How would Astartes of the corpse emperor make it past his vast armada,”</span> Abaddon wondered,  <span style="color:#2f4f4f">“they shouldn't have even made it within a light year of Cadia let alone assault it. The only way to get close to Cadia...was to come from behind his fleet. From the Eye.”</span> Abaddon roared to his traitorous troops, <span style="color:#2f4f4f">"The blasted Thirteenth Company of the Space Wolves is dropping upon us. We will destroy them here. Upon Cadia!"</span> 

: Despite having a huge numerical superiority, the Black Legion was being torn apart by the super-veteran 13th company. A wedge was being driven into the Black Legion, the tip being an incredibly sharp and violent Astartes, the Primarch Leman Russ. 


: <span style="color:#2f4f4f">“What are you pitiful Astartes doing? You have the blessings of Chaos Undivided! Yet you are being pushed back?”</span> Abaddon shouted. He strode towards the Space Wolves intent on curbing the destruction. <span style="color:#2f4f4f">“LEMAN, it’s about time you came to die.”</span> Leman pulled his sword out of a traitor Astartes and turned toward the Despoiler. The primarch launched into a sprint, closing the gap between them. A Black Legionnaire attempted to intercept Russ. The Wolf King bowled over him in an explosion of ceramite and blood, leaving a shattered body on the ground behind him. Abaddon swung the Talons of Horus at the approaching primarch, <span style="color:#2f4f4f">“You’ll find me a step above mere Astartes,”</span> the Despoiler smirked. The massive Lightning claws crackled fiercely as they halted against Frostblade. Spikes of electricity shot upward and sparks fell as the two strained against the others weapons. <span style="color:#4681b4">“You. Know,”</span> Leman shrugged and parried the lightning claws, <span style="color:#4682b4">“There’s a reason why,”</span> Leman’s other hand shot out and wrapped around the ornamental ponytail atop Abaddon’s head, <span style="color:#4682b4">“I’m called the Executioner!”</span> the Primarch yanked the Chaos champion’s head downward until it connected with his ceramite knee. Blood and cartilage spattered amidst a brutal crunch. Abaddon staggered back, bloodied, as Leman advanced with a savage smile on his face.


: Amidst the carnage wrought by two Astartes forces colliding, an even more brutal fight was going on. Leman was taking it to Abaddon. The warmaster was barely keeping up with the slashes and stabs of the Primarch. The primarch pulled a jab and then swung his sword straight down. Abaddon barely managed to get his lightning claws up and block it. The sword sparked off a claw and embedded into the metal between two claws. It was stuck for the time being, and Abaddon knew it. He smirked, knowing that this was a turning point in the duel. It quickly turned sour as Leman released Frostblade and grabbed the Talons with both gauntlets. Twisting and side-stepping, Leman slid behind Abaddon, wrenching his arm from its sockets. The sheer pain and surprise drove Abaddon to his knee. Leman planted a huge foot on the back of the Despoiler’s shoulder and heaved.


: A puddle of blood was fast forming as it mixed with mechanical fluids both coming from the gaping hole where his arm used to be. It twinkled as sparks fell, reflected, and fizzled out. Abaddon was roaring, a seething ball of primal rage and pain. He glared at the Space Wolves primarch as he ground his teeth together. The primarch hoisted his sword, still stuck in the Talons of Horus. He ripped the two apart, the familiar weight of Frostblade back in his hand. Leman glanced at his other hand, at the severed arm with the massive lightning claw on it. He giddily shrugged and adjusted the improvised weapon. Abaddon staggered back against the ferocious assault of Leman. The primarch swung his sword, aiming to slash from the Despoiler’s left shoulder down. Abaddon dodged a devastating blow and moved to capitalize. Leman was counting on the dodge and continued his momentum around. Mid-spin he adjusted the Talon and leapt. As he fell down, Abaddon had finally come within range. Leman plunged Abaddon’s own weapon into the left side of his chest. The disrupting fields of the lightning claws easily penetrated the ceramite of Abaddon’s armor. Russ released the arm and watched as the warmaster fell to the ground.


: Abaddon looked up at Leman with pure contempt. He tried to curse the primarch but all that came was a bubbling cough and a spurt of blood. Leman reached down and grabbed the collar of his armor and pulled upward. Not enough to stand, but enough to kneel with the assistance of the primarch, Abaddon glared. Leman placed his sword’s point above his collarbone. <span style="color:#4682b4">“I’m the alpha wolf,”</span> Leman growled and plunged his sword deep into Abaddon’s already distressed body. Leman unceremoniously dropped the body to the ground and raised his sword to the sky. 


: With their leader dead, the 17th Black Crusade shrivelled. The 13th Company soon made contact with Imperial forces and set about re-integrating themselves as they headed back to Fenris. The Wolf-Time was recorded as happening in the year 653M42. They even woke up Bjorn.