It took Heironymus a second to believe his eyes, and the man rolled out of the way of a swiping sabre, catching himself and firing into one of the paintings come to life. Unfortunately, his shots brought the same results, save for splattering a tiny bit more paint onto the wall for his larger rounds. He was equal parts fearful and frustrated. He should have known it wouldn't be as easy as three shots to finish off the demonic taint in this place. 

"Damn!" He cursed, and did his best to shoot the daemon that was attempting to rub away the chalk as well, to no avail with his two shots. He thought quickly, and his sharp mind didn't disappoint him. He shot at the closest abomination's feet. It did little damage to the painting, but the bolt rounds exploded and ripped into its feet, causing its entire form to fall and hit the ground, undoing the entire warp creation in but two well aimed shots. 

He would have kept using that tactic if he had the time and distance, but they were all simply too closer to administer it. Instead he pulled Silvana along toward the exit of the room as she continued to fire at the anomalies, taking one down before Heironymus pulled her past the archway of the door. To his satisfaction, Silvana had the frame of mind to kick the door closed. It all happened within moments, half a dozen arbites sprinting up the stairs, lasguns at the ready at whatever they may find. 

Seeing the two adepts covered in pain was the last thing they expected. 

"What in the blazes?" The Sergeant asked. Heironymus took no time in explaining. "Sergeant, I need you and your men to increase the power in your lasrifles and fired through the walls into that room. Now!" 

The arbites looked at one another uneasily, unsure of what to do. An Adept of the administratum did have seniority over them, technically, but there would be little in the way of reprecussions if they saw fit to disobey him, at least at the moment. However, there was something in Heironymus' voice that compelled belief. The Sergeant gulped, hoping the Lord did not blame him for ruining his house. "At attention men, get into lines and do as he says!" 

The Arbites shuffled forward, organizing themselves in a rough line and aiming their lasrifles. "Fire staggered," Heironymus ordered. "Shoot as fast as you can!" 

The Sergeant lowered his hand "Fire!"
[@Penny]