Sister Verdania almost does tighten her grip, but seeing it drop to the ground, she halts. Ammunition is expensive, especially for bolters, the shells individually and lovingly crafted by tech-priests on Mars, so to waste them would be disrespectful. She takes her finger away, lowers her arm and turns to face the rest of the team.<br/><br/>"Is everyone all right? Have you been injured or mentally attacked?"<br/><br/>Seeing Magda's panicked look, almost hiding behind her, the Sister places a comforting hand on her shoulder.<br/><br/>"Hey, it's all right. The creature is dead, he may return to the Emperor's service in the next life, free of the mutation that blighted his body. There are horrifying things in this world, but if you keep your faith strong, and your willpower tempered, you can overcome even supernatural terror."