The Abrites' expression went from Grim to [i]Grimdark[/i] when the rioters expressed their belief that the emperor was a false one. "Cultists, then," he spat. So angry was he that he hardly backed off when he felt a strange pressure emanating from the crowd. It must have been psychic energy. Somehow, he doubted it was the same energy that this woman could wield. It felt...sourced there. He gritted through his paranoia and stood resolute. 

It seemed he was not needed much other than the intimidation factor, which he was used to, granted. Explosions and bullets ripped through most of the rioters, igniting their flesh and sending crimson mist spewing outwards. They screamed and begged for their heathen gods to save them. Of course, there was no answer. 

When Adrianne said he wasn't needed, he shrugged. "My job is to enforce the law. When it enforces itself..." His voice trailed off as one of the cultists broke free, flailing wildly as he tried to run. So mad was the cultist that he hardly noticed who he tried to attack next. Unfortunately for him, it was Herold. The Arbites merely shoved his shield forward, not only intercepting a club, but knocking the assailant back. His shockmaul swiped, breaking both of the man's legs before he even hit the ground. 

The cultists spasmed, blood pooling around his legs, eyes, and ears. Herold stepped forward, and caved in his skull. There would be no mercy for the enemies of the Imperium.