Bloody Khornates . . . if Lukas still had organic eyes, he would have rolled them. They didn't understand the subtleties of proper warfare, preferring in stead to charge headlong into danger wherever they could find it. They had their uses, certainly, but they were limited and, in the grand scheme of things, somewhat uninspiring.<br/><br/>He watched the tech-adept disassemble the weapon still gripped tightly by the dead Astartes. She was moving quickly, he was pleased to find, and would likely be finished before the battle was over.<br/><br/>Redirecting his attentions to the temple face, he resumed his suppressing fire, as the first waves of cultists began storming the structure. He waned to be in there with them, experiencing the rush of battle and leading the charge, but he was far more useful where he was, providing accurate fire from the other side of the square. Besides - the Khornate seemed keen on butchering anything that got in his way, and Lukas wasn't about to throw away a glorious career by attempting to command the blood-crazed man.<br/><br/>In no time at all, the temple would be in their hands. He looked forward to participating in the re-consecration of the site - though he had no official religious standing, he nonetheless dabbled in cult theology. Necessary or not, he still wanted to be present when the site was converted into a shrine to the dark gods.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>