"The Dark Mechanicum." Herold said grimly, the scattered reports and gunfire over the comms confirming what he had feared. Tech Priests that have given their souls over to the Chaos Gods to explore ever deeper into their malevolent studies of mechanics, experimenting in ever more corrupt and debased ways. He had faced Orks, Men, and even an Eldar. But the Dark Mechanicum was something he had only heard of through reports. 

It seemed it was not to be, for he felt a slender hand grab his collar and within moments, the physical reality he had come to know disappeared in the blink of an eye, and Addrianne's previous words ran through his head. "[i]I will see to them. Arbites, I'll need you for this task![/i]" 

He believed it was a good thing his mind ran them through once more for him to recall, because it was the one semblance of time and logic he would experience in the brief second he was suddenly emerged into what must have been the warp. Even though the psyker was taller, Herold was bigger in terms of bulk and if he was capable he would have torn his collar away from her. But it seemed this was all for the benefit of the group, for when reality set back in he found himself looking down at a mob of Orkoids that were currently under fire from a turret, and what looked to be loyalist tech priests under attack. 

"[i]Arbites! The greenskin! Fire already! Fire![/i]" 

He cast her a black look, fully realizing he could have lost his sanity going through the warp, particularly without warning. But it turns out he was safe for now, so he grabbed at the combat shotgun at his side and whipped it forward within the blink of an eye. With well trained aim, he fired into the mass of green below, his slugs tearing through unarmored and surprised Orkoids with a satisfying ease. The mekboy's shield pinged and lit up as it felt bullet impacts, but held strong. 

For now.