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Even as Gram was floored he anchored himself on the ground. He slid back half a meter, creating a fissure in the ground, before managing to pull back. Setting his blades in the stone, the Tarkatten slowly began pulling forward, as Khaine's footing slipped cm by cm. Even as this was happening, the impudent demon-like creature leaped at Khaine, once more displaying it's tactlessness. However, through pure coincidence, Khaine found itself at a disadvantage. As long as it held onto the chain it could not properly block Doom's assault, but if he let go he would have but moments before Gram was at his throat.

[color=ed1c24]"Let's deal with you..."[/color] Letting go of the chain, Khaine swung to meet Doom midair. Doom's punch was stopped short as the armoured gauntlet slammed into his face, claws gripping his skull. [color=ed1c24]"Once and for all!"[/color] Even as Doom's other hand grabbed Khaine's armoured forearm, the Dreadlord swung his victim fully around, slamming him into the ground. The frost barely had time to set before Doom was seemingly smashed through a thin layer of stone, into the stream of burning hot metal below. A portal had been opened to the great metal rivers of the World Forge, and Doom was being pushed into him, burning hot metals already streaming into his body. [color=ed1c24]"Regenerate from THIS!"[/color] Khaine grinned beneath his helmet, the burning metals feeling comfortably warm to him.

Of course, in order to do this, Khaine had almost completely dropped his guard. He was well aware that Gram would attack him from the side any moment, but he was counting on two factors to save him. First, if Gram went for a lethal attack, Khaine would drop Doom into the molten metal. Regardless of his regenerative power, Doom would be encased in metal, unable to escape, trapped in another dimension. Secondly, Gram had made a vow of pacifism, and would not be quick to relinquish such vows. He was a broken warrior, and while his first strike might be mighty, it would not be a lethal blow. Knowing this, Khaine took pleasure in this momentary victory, and braced for impact.