Feb 19
From Angel Exterminatus:
Perturabo reached out and placed the Warhound on the workbench in front of Fulgrim.
‘I have no interest in your toys,’ he said.
‘Listen,’ insisted Perturabo.
Fulgrim sighed and leaned in close to the table, turning his head to listen. Perturabo’s hand flashed out and gripped Fulgrim’s hair. With sudden force, he slammed his brother’s face into the Warhound. The wondrous automaton shattered into a thousand pieces as Fulgrim’s head crunched into the pitted surface of the workbench.
