/HHG/ Horus Heresy General

As far as I can remember he fought 30 1k sons blademasters at same time.

While being surrounded by his bodyguard and some Sisters of Silence though. I means its not like TSons are known for their martial skill is it?

He was alone fighting against 30 blademasters.

That's Micheal Jordan syndrome right there m8. He was so fucking great at basketball that he would never be known for anything else. Does anyone even remember how well he did playing baseball and golf? Who the fuck cares if he was great at either of them their notoriety would never reach his basketball career.

>Of the hundred, less than thirty managed to fight their way past the Custodians and Sentinel Guard that surrounded Valdor. Those thirty closed on the First of the Ten Thousand as a single body, each wielding long blades that, even without the psychic charge normally provided by its user, could still cut ceramite armour asunder with ease. Valdor slew them all, but at great cost to himself, for at least one of the crimson warriors had left his mark upon the lord of the Custodes, red blood staining his gold armour.
Seems to me he fought them alone, it isn't clear though.

>I means its not like TSons are known for their martial skill is it?
Lucius was once almost beaten by a TS swordmaster, so I guess the Khenetai are more than decent with a blade.

The Sisters of Silence were definitely working, as they couldn't psychically charge their swords.

Corax paced slowly to the first cell door on the Red Level. He paused for a moment, repulsed and driven on in equal measure.
It had to be done.
Inside, he found a creature crouched in the corner, its skin white beneath clumps of thick black fur, its eyes round, ebon discs that stared at him without any obvious intellect. Even so, he could not ignore the similarities – the pale flesh, and the dark eyes.
They had fought the war, and they had won. Now was the time to put right the assertion he had made to the sorcerer Nathrakin, on the forge world of Constanix II.
‘I have made several oaths in my long life, but I have been careful to swear only those I could fulfil – except for one,’ he told the beast. He crouched next to the pitiful thing and it shuffled closer, comforted by his presence, though the sight of it broke the primarch’s heart. ‘One I now think may be beyond me. I looked into the face of our enemy, into the heart of the force that had corrupted them. I knew that, even if we killed Horus, that power could not be eradicated completely. Chaos will return with ever greater strength if we allow it, if we give it the vessels it seeks and feed the ambitions that drive the weak to its embrace.’
Corax recognised the adoration and trust that radiated from the deformed Raptor. He laid one massive hand upon the former legionary’s head, and the fingers of the other curled around his throat. The creature’s mouth worked a few times, and drool dribbled over Corax’s hand and fell to the floor in thick gobbets.
‘I remember everything, and I remember my exact words before I sent that fiend back into the warp-vortex that had birthed it...’
Tears stung the primarch’s eyes.
‘I... I promised him that I would destroy every warp-spawned, Chaos-tainted creature in the galaxy before I die...’
The mewling, groaning thing that had been Navar Hef met his gaze.
‘And I have always kept my promises, my son.’

Less embarrassing than endless daddy issues and constant dick contest tbqh.

If the Emperor in his glorious wisdom did not seek for the legions to improve themselves through constant contests of fatherly dick length, he would have made femarchs.

They are still 30 elite swordmen with power blades. At once. And Khenetai are known for fighting as a single body and mind, even without psychic powers they're not a joke.