With his speech done, the Confessor walked along calmly with the Sisters feint drops of sweat rolling down his cheeks in no time. He really didn't like what was happening here, he had dealt with all sorts of villainy but he still couldn't get used to this sort of thing. Wet whiskers stuck to his skin prompting him to wipe his face with his robes every so often. 

The group stumbled upon a corpse, surrounded by several more. Horacio gave a kick to the head of the dead heretic woman to make sure she was indeed dead, before giving a blessing to the populace that killed the traitor. They had beaten the enemy to death, and they were heroes of the Imperium as such. 

Quickly activity came to their scene, as the crack of lasguns announced retreating Guardsmen being pursued by traitors. They were apparently running from flamers, understandable given the fact they did not have power armour or any shielding to prevent promethium from getting to their flesh and turning them to goo. 

But retreat wasn't an option that would be tolerated in context, especially given how he saw Alexa raise a bolt pistol to pick off the flamer armed heretics. 

"STAND AND FIGHT!" he roared at the Guardsmen, firing a shot to the sky with his shotgun. Hopefully having caught their attention with the loud blast, he produced his power maul and raised it at the enemy in his best attempt at a heroic stance. "Forward, we shall overcome them!" he cried before charging at the enemy. He knew his rosarius in conjunction with carapace would protect him from the enemy's small arms and so he could lead from the front by example with the hope his display would get the soldiers to turn and likewise begin to fire their weapons at  the traitors.