The missile exploded and the shockwave slammed Vitruvia face first into the ground. So sever was the impact that her nose broke against the front of her helm. Every bone in her body was jarred and she could taste blood on her lips. Worst yet, her righteous hymn was interrupted. But there was no time to be concerned with trivial details; the enemies of the God Emperor still surrounded them and the Inquisitor called for aid.

	Aid she would provide.

	Sister Vitruvia rolled to her feet in a whir of servos while heavy stubber rounds buzzed through the air around her. Autogun fire thumped into her armor as she left cover and swept her gaze toward the missile launcher, glowing white-hot in her helm's thermal vision. The distinctive profile of hot-shot lasguns was also clear. She knew them well from her years in the Schola Progenium. She also knew that a sudden hail of las fire could be blinding were your thermal vision active and she deactivated her helm's thermal mode before they could open fire. 

	She dived into cover once more both to provide a stable firing platform for her bolter and to protect herself against the hot-shot las guns, some of the only weapons which could penetrate the armor of the God Emperor's holy warriors. Then Vitruvia flipped her bolter to full auto and squeezed the trigger. Fire spewed from the barrel of her bolter as the rocket propelled projectiles rained hell upon the heretics with twin purposes. First, to kill the enemy. Second, to suppress the missile launcher and hot shot las guns before they could turn their armor piercing weaponry upon the Inquisitor. 

	[b]"SISTERS!"[/b] Vitruvia roared through her helm's voice magnifier. "Concentrate your fire! FOR THE EMPEROR!"