Winstanley leapt to attention almost immediately when the true nature of the traitor guardsmen became apparently, he levelled his hot-hot lasgun to his should, carefully squeezing off a burst of high powered lasgun fire at several individuals. His shots were true, as the automatic barrage of lasgun fire tore through the flimsy armour of the heretics with ease, leaving only red hot holes in their wake. Three bolts shot across the distance between the two parties, several heretics were felled by the incandescent bolts of light. 

Three heretics were felled, their bodies ripped open and destroyed by the white hot bolts. With a tremendous effort Winstnley stood his ground instead of fleeing, bellowing out a curse at the enemies that assailed them. "Suffer not the heretic to live! Burn the heretic! Slay the mutant!"