Thraxius rumbled with all the venomous fury his augmented body could muster, practically spearing the barrier between them and the heretic with a sharpened, accusing finger.<em>"Our path is not for <strong>you</strong> to decide or to bless, you filthy sack of idolatrous pus!"</em>he wheezed, eye lens flaring.<em>"We shall forge our own path with the light of the blessed Omnissiah at our backs, purging all the insignificant vermin in our way!  You are of no significance to us, scarcely more than a bit of dung to be scraped from our collective heels."</em><br/><br/>He reeled towards Cortez, every ounce of him shaking with anger.  Or perhaps fear.<em>"It has spoken its poisonous words, Cortez!  Allow me to cleanse this wicked simulacrum from our glorious Emperor's sight!  To record its image is a gross affront to the very device used to capture its likeness!  Let it be dissolved in fire and forgotten!"</em>