The maiden pays little attention to his musings and cradling of her weapon,  instead she is clearly focused on rummaging through her slingbag with a fleshy hand.  After a few minutes and some silent muttering she finds what she is looking for ; a clear vial inscribed with various heretical formulae and dirges of the Dark Mechanicus. After June finds this she doesn't even spare a glance to him, though she replies offhandedly. " The warp may have no rules but the weapon needs a real power source,  your magic is not one. The fusion core of a suit of ar.or is one. "<br/><br/>Her attention is focused on this aclncient machine on front of her,  June was going to dedicate this to the real Omnissiah,  the might of the dark gods, not a corpse on a throne. Under her breath she begins one of the low dirges she remembered from her dark brothers,  it'd a low,  haunting chant full of words daemonic and low whisperings.  The vox in her grille seemed to hum and almost protest the chant,  ringing in tone with her voice as she uncorked the vial ans unceremoniously anoited the engine as the dark dirge reached an apex.<br/><br/>And just like that the great thing let out a groan of protest,  the walls of the church settling on themselves a bit as the machine loosed a few errant sparks,  pistons releasing steam and hissing at the corrupted metallic woman. But soon she waved her handeith a honeyed phrase the janine quit,  the strange ritualism of the mechanicus doing well by her. " Yesssss...."<br/><br/>Finally she stepped forth, augmetic legs moving easy as she ignited the power field of her weapon,  sparks flying from the cog-shaped head before she raised the pick-like end and wedged it under the edge of the Mechanicum symbols, ripping it from the machine in a swift motion and just like that the noise stopped. " To the glory of the Omnissiah "<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>