Psyker action, power maul, a flamer... for a randomly assembled group, they had [i]quite[/i] the concentration of firepower. On a feudal world like this, it was [i]highly[/i] unlikely that anything could be more than a minor inconvenience as they made their way towards whatever seat of power and technology might happen to be located on its landscape. Though Honoria didn't think it would make dealing with the foolish brigands and mutants any less tiresome.

Speaking of mutants, another was lumbering towards her with malice in its eyes--all eight of them. The enginseer stretched out a hand, concentrated briefly... and lightning shot from palm to beast, like a god striking down a failing worshipper. Another mutant collapsed to a twitching death, finished off by a boot through the head as the muscled female made her way to the outermost edge of the camp.

One mutant got the drop on her--quite literally. It fell from the branch above and, latching on, began beating the tech-priest with scrawny fists. Sadly, it had chosen entirely the wrong priest to attack, as her mechanical insides took absolutely no damage from the pounding. Instead, it set itself up to have its head crushed by a mechanical claw, and the semi-decapitated carcass fell lifelessly to the ground in time to reveal something that [i]could[/i] conceivably hurt her, with more sharp claws and spines than she'd ever seen on so little area.

A single pass of her chainaxe separated claws from body, and the electricity crackling along it stunned the creature temporarily. At this point, it was almost guaranteed to bleed out, but why take chances? Another split it at the waist, the two halves sliding and the top bouncing away from the legs. Clearing her robes of all the blood would be annoying, she didn't want them to stain an unrecognisable colour...