Whispers in the Dark: Part 2

This is the second part of my short story, Whispers in the Dark. The first part can be found here:
http://www.thegreatgaminghall.blogspot.com/2013/01/whispers-in-dark.html
Enjoy!

Abaddon swept his claw through the air futilely, missing the Primarch once more, and once more, the blow was returned.
“Fight, you coward!”, Abaddon shouted.
“Very well, then”, came the answer.
Alpharius moved quick as lightning, delivering an impossibly powerful blow that sent the Warmaster staggering. Abaddon seized his chance to strike a blow that he knew would rend through flimsy power armour, but as the blow struck, but the scales hardened and turned rigid at all points of impact, in much the same way as the armour worn by Eldar warriors.
The Warmaster’s momentary gave Alpharius the chance to make a precise strike that sliced off Abaddon’s left hand, and Drach’nyen with it. Alpharius caught the sword blade down as it fell through the air with his right hand, the left hand holding the gladius delivering a bone shattering punch to Abaddon’s face. The Warmaster fell flat on his back with a thunderous noise.
Monster-headed tentacles erupted from Alpharius’s back with an accompanying spray of gore, pinning Abaddon down such that he could not escape. He brought Drach’nyen above his head in a two-handed grip, asserting domination over the daemon bound inside as he did so.
Abaddon struggled futilely as the sword slammed into his chest down to the hilt with enough force to send spiderweb cracks across his abdomen. Blood filled the air as a fine mist, coating everything near in a thin coat of corrupted sanguine fluid.
The Primarch’s jaw dislocated and his mouth stretched unnaturally wide. At a volume unattainable by physical vocal cords, he announced to the entire ship that the Warmaster was dead.