Heimdall was immediately taken to the healers as the rest of the people remained in the room, each person equally surprised by the event that had just unfolded before their very eyes.
Jacob was calm, he understood their shock, or their annoyance, in any case. The brothers had told him before that Heimdall was second to only the Primarch in the entire estate, so to beat him in a match like this was sure to leave them flabbergasted.
"Boy, you really exceeded my expectations." The Primarch said eventually, after collecting himself and sitting back on his chair.
Marilyn quickly brought Jacob's robe back to him, neatly folded and smoothly ironed, Jacob commended her good work and put the robe on with ease. "I'm glad you're impressed,, Primarch. That was my intention."
"I will admit, for the first time in a long time—I am short of words. How did you gain this level of power?" The Primarch asked, he stroked his jaw in a way that made it seem like he was nervous.
