Grett looked down at the body of the Chaos infected Stormtrooper with a sneer of disgust. Kneeling beside the body, he prodded the corpse's face with his finger in morbid curiosity. Having never seen the effects of the Ruinous Powers first hand, he assumed the revolting creature must be some sort of xeno. No human could possibly be this grotesque. The Ork Hunter gave an internal shrug and set about rifling through the corpse's pockets. He found an extra mag for a las pistol and promptly tossed it aside. The combat knife at the traitor's hip made Grett smiled that crooked smile of his despite as he snatched it from the sheath. Lacking pockets, he simply held the blade in his teeth as he continued his pat down.

He stopped in his tracks when he caught sight of the symbol in the major's hand.
"Holy shit," he mumbled around the blade, "a bleedin' Primarch is in on this?"
Even in the jungles of Armageddon, the symbol of Guilliman and his legion was known.