"Continue the assault brothers!" Dominous cried out from the back lines, his voice altered and distorted through the vox. However, his attention was quickly drawn to the slain brother at his side. Even now, there was no question- his Diagnostor's helmet showing only a flat line where his brother's vitals once shown. With a heavy heart, he'd kneel down by the downed astartes, taking the time to remove his helmet and inspect the damage. Even now, his purpose was clear, "Hold them at bay while I attempt to extract our brother's gene-seed! We must not suffer the taint of xenos upon his holy spirit."

Knowingly, he lifted the remains of the helmet from his the Wolf's skull. As he eyed over the gore, he remained unphased- only allowing a silent sigh of relief once he realized the blow had not harmed the progenoid glands located just above where the man's neck met his pectorals. This was not his first fallen brother, nor would it be his last- but the sight brought sorrow to Dominous as he reached his narthecium forward to cleave through the flesh and bone before the glands came into view. Careful, he withdrew his sacred charge and placed it swiftly into a reductor that he quickly stored within a compartment of his narthecuim.

His stoic calm now began to waiver, having completed his mission as his eyes narrowed beneath his helm. True, his chapter had it's differences and rivalries with the Wolves- the Sons of Russ that to this day felt cheated by the Lion. He knew very well their culture as it so closely tied to that of his own. Yet, it was not sorrow that filled his heart after seeing this wasted life of an Astartes... It was fury. With purposeful motions, he'd raise from his knelt position on the ground, bellowing over open vox.

"Heathens! Your transgressions shall not be forgiven! Suffer the fury of the righteous!" And with that, he retrieved his bolt pistol from it's holster upon his greave- aiming down his sights as he prepared to loose his volley.