After Soshyan returned to his underground base, he never mentioned what happened on the ground again, and the same went for other soldiers.
Everyone was just doing their work quietly.
Occasionally, Soshyan continues his studies - Thor serves as the Chapter's sword instructor, and Soshyan is one of his students.
The clang of swords resounded in the secluded square surrounded by walkways of beams and columns at the heart of the abandoned Eldar settlement.
In the past few days, such a vast space should have been crowded with warriors who came to watch the battle. The Astartes will not waste any time, they will seize every opportunity to practice various combat skills.
But now, the place is empty. At the request of the chapter leader, there can only be two warriors standing in the center dueling.
One of them was tall and muscular, with a slightly gloomy expression on his face and eyes as dark as ink.
The other one was slightly shorter than the one opposite him, and even though he was wearing armor, he was still slightly thinner. His eyes were deep jade green, and there were some shallow scars on his face.
The tall duelist was sweating profusely after a long sword fight, but the one opposite him was still calm and composed.
"Aha!"
With a loud shout, the training swords clashed again.
The tall warrior swung his long sword, but the opponent only made a slight push to parry the side slash and pushed the blade aside.
Although the blow was harsh, it still left a mark on the blade that the latter had to agree with.
"Soshyan Alexey, your level has declined."
said the shorter of the two, with a formal and polite sense of mockery in his tone.
"Your sword is entangled in your thoughts. It has become slower and duller."
"I don't think so, Instructor Sol."
Soshyan responded, with the same etiquette in his tone.
"But if you're tired, you can take a break."
Soshyan shook his head, turned his shoulders before launching a surprise attack, and then flew forward.
Thor nodded slightly, appreciating the attack, and then responded with a series of slashes and thrusts - moves from the Blade of the Court.
While his appearance and pace seemed lax, his opponent was already moving quickly across the square.
The moment Soshiyang swung out his sword, Thor suddenly turned away, and the opponent's sword immediately hit the stone ground with a dull clang.
When Soshyan tried to react, he launched a surprise attack.
"The way you fight is textbook."
Thor drew his sword on Soshiyang's waist, knocking him back a few steps. Then when Soshiyang raised his hand, he drew another sword on his sword-holding wrist, almost knocking off his weapon. .
If this were an official weapon, Soshyan would probably be incapacitated by now.
Finally, it wasn't until Thor's third swing that Soshyan's weapon made contact with the opponent's sword.
As their weapons clashed with each other, the young Chapter Master gasped:
"That is not a textbook, it is a lesson condensed with the blood of countless martyrs."
"But this does not prevent me from being able to predict your actions. You should learn how to think more flexibly. As I am teaching now, you must use your opponent's advantages to deal with them."
"The Astartes did not need those tricks to win many great wars!"
Soshyan showed his extremely stubborn and stubborn side at this time.
"We rely on our skill, courage, and determination, as all noble warriors should, when the time comes—"
Seeing his appearance, Thor also had a hint of anger on his face, and interrupted his sentences with a series of blows, almost knocking Soshyan's weapon out of his hands, and even the chapter leader was hit on the face.
"We will let the Emperor's wrath burn!"
Soshiyang rushed forward desperately, using all kinds of moves, completely risking his life.
"Yeah."
Thor quickly pulled away and took a few steps back, then suddenly pulled out another training sword from his waist.
Soshyan stopped. He noticed that although the other party's face still had a calm and cold expression, his eyes showed that he was tired of this fight.
It is not easy to use two swords or two swords, and it is even more difficult to become a top warrior with this skill.
Many Astartes think this is just a show, preferring to use one-handed weapons or one-handed weapons with shields, or simply use powerful two-handed weapons.
Often only young people who value their exaggerated appearance and reckless men who enjoy intimidating their opponents will choose to dual-wield weapons.
Farzad is one of them.
In fact, Saul described Farzad as an overconfident fool.
However, there are a very few people, those who are extremely talented, who can turn this flashy technique into art.
As a member of the Third Legion's most elite Royal Court Blades, Sol Tarvitz happens to be one of this small group.
"Unfortunately, in my opinion, you look like a mad dog now."
Before the calm words faded from his ears, Soshiyang felt a strong wind blowing against his face.
Then, there was a continuous offensive like a stormy sea. The swords clashed and a large cloud of sparks erupted, illuminating the whole body of the two people.
Faced with this offensive that left absolutely no room for anything, Soshiyang's only response was to try his best to block every time.
"Why are you holding your head like a coward?"
Sol's cold voice penetrated into Soshiyang's head like a poisonous snake.
The complex emotions that had been gnawing at his soul like poisonous snakes finally broke out.
"I'm not!"
Soshyan used his arms to swing his training sword to draw a Z shape in front of him. While fending off the opponent's swords, he went straight to Thor's chest.
"coward!!"
When his sword was still a punch away from Thor's chest, he was blocked by the two swords.
The next second, with a powerful blow, Soshiyang's sword was knocked from his hand, and Thor's sword was chopped down like thunder.
One sword hit his chest, another hit his right knee, knocking him to the ground.
Soshyan fell heavily backward to the ground, making a huge sound like a brick wall being knocked down.
He did not stand up, but stared at the dark rock dome.
There was a sound of footsteps, and then Thor sat next to him, his swords crossed on his knees.
"Are you shaken?"
The man's tone was long, like a poet's.
"Captain Sol, I don't understand... Our mission is to protect humans, but if humans themselves are already killing each other, how should we get along with ourselves."
"Your question smacks of defiance."
Thor paused for a moment.
"You are different from others, Soshyan Alexei."
The veteran who lived thousands of years ago sighed. This was the first time Soshyan heard the other person sigh, so heavy.
