<strong>Pyrist Cain, IG Landing Zone, Front Lines</strong><br/><br/>Riding the psychic radiance of combat, Cain kept at the monstrous ork, each blast trying to keep the brute off balance. "All shall fall before the Imperium of Man!" Having found the Commissar and the B.O.N.E.-head, Cain moved to stay away from their melee struggle with the ork, but assist as he could at range. He could feel the intents of the Commissar and the sniper as flits of anger and rage, while they strove to take the beast's head, Cain tried to mentally reached *into* the ork and crush its hearts.