Callus Brutus made little noise, surprising for a being of his conditions and equipment, but such things were simple as they were. The figure was imposing, and would have been so normally if not for the additional afflictions and properties the traitor marine held within himself. His helmet emitted rasping, harsh breathing that clearly indicated something would be wrong, if this was anything other than a Plague Marine. But it wasn't, so such things were to be expected, considering the gifts of Papa Nurgle that he bore were both welcome and loved. Within his arms he kept a powerful, well trained grip upon his heavy bolter, sweeping to cover the areas in front of him as he advanced, the weapon was loaded and ready to create violence for the worshipers of the False Emperor. He moved at a slow, methodical pace, unhurried in his actions into the ship, after all, he would arrive and spread the taint of Nurgle when he did, one did not rush such things lightly.

The sounds of hellgun fire and autocannons attracted the attention of the Plague Marine, and he lumbered deeper into the ship, the sounds of violence cutting off shortly before his arrival, as he slowly turned the corner, heavy bolter at the ready, to spot the remaining stormtroopers from, while unknown to him, the Alpha Legionnaire's assault and prompt vanishing act afterwords. He could see the evidence, though, the walls scorched and damaged from the missed fire, corpses and abandoned heavy weapon were clear indications of this. But for now, though, now was the time of war, to deliver death upon those that would oppose and ruin Papa Nurgle and all his children in the universe, and in this case, the corpse god worshippers would indeed feel his wrath this day.