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"She's working with someone else, and it's not even the same Inquisition," Russ answered, manoeuvring ahead of Bjorn and leading the way to the fighting. It wasn't that far from the civilian hold, "We'll have to see if you can make me answer for anything once we find a way to get you out of that tin can."

A dreadnought, even one as venerable and experienced as Bjorn, was still going to be unfortunately slowed compared to their original combat ability; there was no doubt in the Primarch's mind that even without the extra strength and durability provided by her original power armour, she held the advantage here. Letting one of her former retinue rot away with an unknown amount of medical knowledge out there would be nothing short of betrayal, too.

The nobodies currently shielding the focus of the fighting, and failing to contribute in any way whatsoever, were in for a very bad day--the first notification that reinforcements had arrived was an angry ripping sound as the chainsword treated a human body like nothing more than butter. Things were definitely looking down for the Shadow Eternity's actually-competent fighters, if the living smokescreen was thinned enough.