Anna couldn't help but smirk beneath her helmet as the Inquisitor took her side. Damn, it always felt good to give orders to a Sister. Made her feel like she was knocking them a few pegs down off of their high horses. Got to enjoy the little things in life. Even the raven seemed to be amused, and let out a small chuckle, just audible enough for the rest to hear. Another click came from it, and she straightened up in her seat. She figured it was nearly time to depart. They'd been riding for several minutes, and from what she knew it shouldn't have taken long to get to the area that was being devastated.

When they finally did exit, Anna was the second out, following right behind the Inquisitor. When he stopped, she waited impatiently, the silence annoying her. Finally, she was given an order. She figured that Xersus had been giving them orders telepathically. A small huff came from her, and then she ordered Archimedes to fly ahead to the right flank. He did so immediately, and soon she followed after, not waiting to see if the Sister and the Medicae followed. She knew they would. Well, she knew the Medicae would. It was actually a surprise - and not exactly the pleasant kind - when the woman followed as well. She could have done without the feeling of getting a sword in the back.

"Of course it had to be Khorne," she muttered under her breath, unsheathing her blade. The daemonblade looked the part, a twisted, perverted version of a once pristine blade, if the beautiful adornments on the hilt were anything to go by. Corrupt energy writhed around it, the air warping around it. The blade began to change shape, switching between being a sword, an axe, even a thorned whip at one point. It always gave her a bit of a rush when she unleashed its full power like this, when the Lord of Change within struggled against the fabric of reality to shape its prison. With a squeeze of her hand, it swapped back into its natural sword form - or, at least, she assumed that was the original form - and remained that way. Didn't need the guardsmen shooting at her when they saw a transforming blade.

As she neared the area she was designated to, she unlatched her collar, and let out a sigh of relief. Her aura engulfed both of her companions, which she had no doubt bothered them to no end, but made her feel safer. She paused for a moment, as the psyber-raven flew down and perched on her shoulder. After a few seconds of it muttering into her ear, she turned to the two behind her. "Alright, listen up. We'll be going up against Bloodletters, lesser daemons of Khorne. Fast, strong, and tough. Not very durable, though. One good hit from you, sister, and they'll go down. If you can hit them. I'll be invisible to them, so I'll have little problem. Too bad we aren't going against Tzeentch or Nurgle, else my aura would protect you both from them. You'll just have to be careful. As for you, Venator, do as Xersus says and help the guard as you see fit. If that includes shooting some cultists, feel free to do so."

"So, go out and make some noise," the Interrogator finished, turning and running off to join the guardsmen. In a stark contrast to the Inquisitor, Anna wasn't watched with awe. That evil sword raised above her head, the red and gold armor that was a reminder of the enemies they fought, in combination with her aura, was enough for those not in combat to make room for her. When she reached the lines of fighting, she still found enough room to make it through. What she found was a hell that she'd encountered several times back with the Guard. Daemons and cultists sprinted forward, meeting gunfire and dying by the droves, but making their way into the lines of the defenders anyways.

As one such Bloodletter did, it dashed right past the Interrogator and rammed into a guardsmen, who was ripped to bits. Before it could reach another, a thorned whip writhing with the energies of the warp wrapped around its neck, and flung it back to the ground, where it was gunned down. While the whip untangled itself from its victem, Anna unholstered her Inferno pistol and fired at a cultist charging her, sending a melting carcass back to his comrades. They continued to charge, undaunted, though the Bloodletters seemed more cautious than before.

Her sword flashed around, changing form each time a new enemy came towards her. The full power of a Greater Daemon hit them, leaving no survivors. The Bloodletters, seeing their enemies fall from an invisible assailant, went into a rampage, becoming more violent, but more predictable. The ease of which she dispatched the daemons, and the numbers that fell at her feet alone, was enough to earn her the awe that the Inquisitor had earned on his side of the battle, but there were still scores of enemies coming at them. She only hoped the others were doing as well as she was.