The Inquisitor's explanation did not wholly satisfy the Confessor, although few things did. "I don't think they're going to believe it's just a matter of visitation when we have half a squad in power armour brought along...." he muttered just loud enough to be heard. If they were going to be kicking down doors, he felt it should be on a basis of equality; if you have a door it is going down, and if it's a thick one with a fancy hydraulic lock, well they had power armour and explosives did they not?


As they landed Horacio grunted, turning his power maul on so it had the wonderful glow everyone would come to know, if not love. "No don't say 'I don't like this.' You're an Inquisitor, surely you've watched holodramas where the man who says that always gets sh-" he started, and then stopped to sigh as a slug from an autogun zipped past him. "That's an omen if the Emperor ever did show them." he muttered again. He dived forward to give reduce his surface area to his shooters. He unloaded a clip from his bolt pistol, and then tugged at his massive shotgun. He stood and gave one blast, the heavy stubber slug sized pellets whistling loudly in the air. He ran forward and to the right all the while blasting away from his shotgun. The aim was to use his firearm to suppress the enemy long enough to get to the side of the doorway where he would have cover, and be close enough for his weapons to be at their most effective. He did not worry too much about the autoguns firing at him as his rosarius in conjunction with carapace and being a moving target would keep him relatively safe. If that failed, then there was the mighty defence of faith. 

As he got closer and closer he emptied his shotgun and tugged once more at his power maul, screaming like a madman (which he admittedly was) and charged hoping that the smoke would not yield any advancing figures in the spot where he wanted to take cover. If there were any then he would most likely over come them by being better armed and armoured if not prepared, and finally get short respite to reload. "This should be some nice cover!" he shouted as by the sling he lifted his shotgun into one hand and pistol into the other. He jumped to the side where he was out in the open but could reliably if not accurately shoot both weapons at once to provide a hail of plasteel-borne doom. With the ammunition in the clips of both weapons promptly exhausted he'd jump back to his cover and reload again, hoping the Sisters took the opportunity to also find a position that was better than being in the open.