The moment Solares touched down, Ansgar knew where the safe areas to fire were. Mainly, those trying to so rudely steal their vehicle transportation. Hefting the grenade launcher, he used the short pump on the launcher, one more reason the thing was not a model he was used to, and proceeded to send several fragmentation grenades hurtling through the air, slamming in a neat cluster around the Rhino. Frag wouldn't damage the vehicle, but the heretics that just so happened to be surrounding it? The limbs and blood flying about, coupled with the rather potent shock and awe approach that Solares took in jump packing in, and hosing down everyone in front of her with automatic fire, seemed to clean things up rather nicely. But he still arced grenades high to hit the heretics trying to flee, shattering any intent that they might dare have to approach. If there was one thing that a Krieger knew, it was putting effective fire on a target. Just because an enemy started running did not mean they would keep running. However, as he sent the last of the current load of grenades into the enemy forces, the ones that wouldn't subject the others on the ground to undue shrapnel hazard, two things concerned him.

One, despite the psyker not using her powers, there was a strange feel in the air. Something had come with the cultists, and he scowled under his helmet despite the premature comments that Adrianne was no doubt making to the Arbites. Two, it wasn't going away despite the general running away from the sudden alpha strike of munitions, armored Sister, and more munitions. As such, he quietly reloaded his launcher with Krak rounds, scanning for anything out of the ordinary and, most certainly of all, not relaxing at all. [color=598527]"This is not done yet, ma'am. That oppressive air, something is still here, or coming through. Psyker, can you...never mind, it will happen either way..."[/color] Ansgar was speaking from years of experience during the campaigns that preceeded his arrival into Inquisitorial service. That feeling in the air always foreshadowed either a direct daemonic incursion or a sudden explosion of raw warp powers. Neither of which were terribly good things. Considering cultists were openly attacking an armory? It could very well be an actual daemon coming through from the Warp just to make their lives difficult. And as such, the krak grenades. Frag tended to not do too much to the warp infused flesh of a daemon, but a round designed to bust tanks? Not perfect, but it sufficed more often than not. He might ask the sisters later about sanctifying some rounds for him. That had worked for the Grey Knights, their fancy equipment, at any rate...