(http://grouchoreviews.com/content/films/4291/1.jpg)<br/><br/>Kaltos smiled, his eyes alight with fire of the Zealot. Dressed in the robes of a cleric, and armed as a redemptionist, he did not bother to hide what he was. Anyone who did not wish to speak with a warrior of the Emperor was a heretic, and deserved death. He could not be happier. After months spent guarding the twins as 'penance' for calling out the Deacon's hypocrisy, Kaltos found himself back doing what he loved. Killing heretics. The Cleric's Chainsword and Shield were strapped to his back, the only weapons he need. He didn't let Kathline's doubts bother him.<br/><br/>"Heresy abounds, Kathline. It can be found everywhere."<br/><br/>He walked into the shuttle, ignoring the fat mans offer. He took one of the seats, fingering his Aquila Necklace and humming a hymn under his breath. One of the good ones. Heavy on crushing unbelievers (even though Kaltos preferred chopping them apart, he could see the benefits of crushing.)