"Really? The Demon Hunter and Lady Kislev got into a fight at the town inn?" On the open ground by the Xinong River, Laine was sparring with his brother Angerong.
Though it was called sparring, it was actually Laine getting beat up one-sidedly. The Holy Grail Knight had a swollen half-face, and his body was covered with bruises. The Warhammer had fallen not far away, while Angerong opposite him looked pleased, sweating, holding a large War Axe in one hand and a Great Hammer in the other.
If it were a regular Holy Grail Knight, such mighty blows would leave them half-dead, but Laine was different. As a Genetic Primarch, resting for five minutes was enough for his injuries and swelling to completely disappear: "Brother, I'm ready!"
"Great! Let's go again!"
The Griffin Warhammer flew back to the Holy Grail Knight's hand under Laine's spiritual energy drive. Laine raised the Warhammer and plunged back into battle with his brother.
