If Thraxius still had the slightest ounce of saliva left in his entire body, he likely would have used it to spit in the face of the blubbering coward marked by the taint of Khorne.  Sarah's reassurance that the man would be dealt with in the same way that the Imperium deals with any traitors did little to soothe his temper, but after a moment of internal deliberation Cortez's request seemed to be the logical course of action.<br/><br/><em>"Very well, my Trader,"</em>he muttered, his eye still nearly burning a hole through the temple of the lone chaos cultist.<em>"Just be sure to snip the miserable creature's hamstrings if you're not going to kill him.  It's always the spineless ones who are quickest to flee when the opportunity strikes, and I will not forgive any of you for allowing such a </em>thing<em>to escape."</em><br/><br/>The techpriest gently placed the still-jammed hell gun back in its holster, whispering a loving promise to care for it properly and work out its pains in good time.  He gestured to Baromir to follow, apparently unconcerned with whatever damages his own body had sustained.  It likely wouldn't be too difficult to find an Inquisitor or acolyte nearby.  It was almost surprising that one hadn't shown up already, given the tremendous noise of the ambush.