Thraxius' red eye narrowed at the charging cultist, his arm raised straight and sure, finger proudly pressing in the trigger the moment the bloodthirsty swordsman was at point blank range--only to find the barrel locked into place, the normally reliable weapon uttering a sad little mechanical whine of random incompetence.  If they had been in just about any other situation, it would have been absolutely hilarious.  With a blade screaming with razor-teeth aimed in his general direction not a few feet away, he failed to see the humor in it.<br/><br/>Releasing a torrent of curses and insults that would have made even the surliest Rogue Trader balk, his free arm went straight for the handle of his Power Axe and made to ready it just as the cultist reached his mark.