A heavy stubber? As if a mere heavy stubber was a threat to those protected by the divine armour of the Emperor! But of course, because the Emperor protected those who protected themselves, Alexa promptly followed the Inquisitor's orders, making a hasty move from the pylon to a new patch of cover behind a stack of heavy crates, since those Sisters still near the Lander would be most likely to be targeted.

She promptly gasped as, far from a heavy stubber firing out into the crowd, a missile instead rushed past her, buffeting her with first the air displaced by the missile itself, and then the much larger shockwave caused by the rocket's explosion. The actual cause of the gasp, however, was the sight of a familiar body hurtling through the air, that of the Inquisitor they'd been sworn to protect. And oh, wouldn't it just be an insult to the God-Emperor to allow Kliment to die before they'd even gotten inside on this planet? There was at least one other Hospitaller who had arrived on the Lander; she'd have to trust them to assist their fallen Sisters, because she couldn't in good faith prioritise anybody's health other than the Inquisitor's, not after a hit like that.

And so, she moved further into the smog that lay thick upon the landing strip, now switching to single-shot mode on her pistol and attaching the Sarissa blade to it, and picking off in single shots any foe who moved into view, or eviscerating them with her blade if they drew near. First one, then another, and then a third and fourth. Ultimately, six men died to her weaponry before she heard the sounds of a struggle nearby, and witnessed one man impaling another through the stomach with a blade; by the time she got there, the heretic whose guts had been torn apart was dead, and the attacker- oh, thank the Emperor, it was the Inquisitor after all, and without visible damage to his person, but of course she'd need to make sure as soon as possible.

'The missile launcher is [b]there[/b]! Help me eliminate those operating it,' he called toward her, though whether he recognised her she couldn't tell; looking past him, her helmet picked out eight individuals, eight more grey-armoured heretics to slay, and the missile launcher that had just blown off a wing. Her first thought was to try to find the rockets being loaded into the launcher, to destroy the ammunition and all the heathens along with it; yet if they did not detonate, but instead launched themselves in all directions, it would be disastrous for everybody, and their holy mission would ultimately end the moment it began. So, restraining herself, she instead moved and fired toward the crowd of foes, firing three single shots specifically aimed for whichever of them seemed to be most involved with actually managing the launcher itself before reaching the Inquisitor's side, and motioning for him to enter cover with her as she moved to the side of the consequent hail of lasfire.

'Inquisitor, are you hurt?' she asked the man once he'd followed her. A detailed analysis would be impossible in the midst of battle, and he'd probably know if anything obvious had happened. At a glance, the damage suffered was largely to his armour, particularly one arm, and it was a miracle he'd come away relatively unscathed if that was the worst of it. But of course, that was precisely how the God-Emperor of Mankind worked, was it not? Or else, it meant that Kliment's power armour was especially sturdy, though that was a miracle in its own way too, if Alexa thought about it.