Amandine felt herself grow cold as she watched the spears arcing through the air, as if in slow motion, the chill sliding up her spine as hatred for the Eldar filled her. Her jaw clenched as the spears impaled the Repentia, but Amandine was already turning away, striding forward towards the patch of shadow the spears came from, before the bodies of the Repentia hit the floor of the convent.<br/><br/>"The Emperor will suffer this defilement of His holy convent, xeno filth! We<strong>will</strong>purify it!" her gauntleted finger slid over the ignition rune on the handle of her heavy flamer as she advanced, spraying from side to side, knowing it would both obscure her and her sisters behind her, as well as incinerate anything the burning promethium came into contact with.