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>Iron Father Tubriik Ares
>Stronos looked up, eyes protectively filling up with mucranoid tears, to see a muddle of red approaching from the line of black Clan Garrsak tanks like a mirage. Ares towered above like a monolith to all that was brutal, four metres tall, power built into every etched facet of his armoured frame. The sacred schemata worked into his warplate appeared to pulse as the unrelenting output of his assault cannon lit them with red fire. To see him was to see the Omnissiah’s wrath incarnate, an avatar that men had raised up, a god of war that time had thought lost and now returned to them with a vengeance.
>Some gods were like Iron Hands. They just could not die.