<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/warhammer40k/images/6/68/Sister_of_Battle_Anna_Steinbauer.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150804074745)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Mariel Corbeck<br/><strong>Location</strong>Cage<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br/><strong>Status</strong>: Praying for Strength<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As Mariel was pulled out of the cage, she didn't actively resist the cowardly and traitorous men, but instead walked along with them, slowly muttering her Latin incantations and biding her time. Largely unconcerned with the different heroes milling about her, likewise bound. Instead, her eyes and senses were straining to assess the shackles that were bolted into her wrists. Would they be heavy enough to stave in a helmet or a skull? Would they hold up to the bite of a blade, or would they fail her in her time of greatest glory? Mariel didn't feel death, nor did she shy away from it, and it was mirrored in her expression. Not amused or mocking, angry or perturbed, but ironclad, staring straight ahead.<br/><br/>The appearance of more enemies did little to dissuade her, regardless of their levels of skill. Determined to die a death worthy of the god Emperor, Mariel watched carefully the others. If she could work together with them, perhaps they could kill more together than they could apart. A man in a mask picking up a stone, a heretic muttering strange words with veiled meaning and a myriad of treacherous weaklings. "Be true with your words, or be silent, Slaaneshi heretic. Your words are poison to the souls of the pure." Mariel said to Sylvanas. To the rigid thinking mind of Mariel, Sylvanas exhibited all the signs of being a Slaaneshi daemon. Purple skin, seductive words and far too much skin showing for her armour to be effective.<br/><br/>Then, finished with her chiding of the far-too-flirty woman, Mariel started a prayer as she waited for her companions to act. Given the opportunity she would strike, and do it with her emperor's blessing, her lips rolling over the words of the traditional Sororitas battle-prayer to weaken evil and provide her with strength. It was entirely psychic, the miracles performed by the battle sisters, but none of them could possibly know that. Instead, the psychic energy was manifested by their immense faith in their god figure. Of course, the shackles meant that any psychic power her unwavering belief had was nullified, but it made little difference to a lone sister.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Battle Prayer</div><div class="spoiler_body">"A spiritu dominatus,<br/><br/>Domine, libra nos,<br/><br/>From the lighting and the tempest,<br/><br/>Our Emperor, deliver us.<br/><br/>From plague, temptation and war,<br/><br/>Our Emperor, deliver us,<br/><br/>From the scourge of the Kraken,<br/><br/>Our Emperor, deliver us.<br/><br/><br/>From the blasphemy of the Fallen,<br/><br/>Our Emperor, deliver us,<br/><br/>From the begetting of daemons,<br/><br/>Our Emperor, deliver us,<br/><br/>From the curse of the mutant,<br/><br/>Our Emperor, deliver us,<br/><br/>A morte perpetua,<br/><br/>Domine, libra nos.<br/><br/>That thou wouldst bring them only death,<br/><br/>That thou shouldst spare none,<br/><br/>That thou shouldst pardon none<br/><br/>We beseech thee, destroy them."</div></div>