Even before the drop pod landed, Sirius had his hands on the hilts of his weapons. Time unarmed was time potentially undefended, and the moment the pod's impact was felt and the restraints released, the falchions were drawn. And yet, as the pod's door lowered, it seemed there were no foes in sight. Perhaps they had fled? Or more likely, they were preparing an ambush. Or they simply hadn't been ready for their arrival.

Nonetheless, an alarm sounded eventually, indicating that yes, they had been noticed after all. The townsfolk came soon after- cultists, one and all, armed with autoguns, stubbers, and the like. Brother Elazar's focus would contract, from the wider battle to his specific target, his gaze erring with eagle-like intensity toward a specific group of cultists even as his senses remained entirely open to the fight. Such was the superhuman mind of a Grey Knight, and such was its speed that this took no more than a few milliseconds.

And then he moved. A full sprint in the direction of his foe, his incredible speed only enhanced further by his armour. Naturally, the group took poorly to being charged, as did many less immediately relevant parties - a hail of gunfire came in his direction, but to this he simply channeled a portion of his psychic ability, exaggerating his reflexes to incredible levels. It would not be a stretch to say that a true master of this power could dodge between raindrops in a thunderstorm; but for Sirius, he merely needed to dodge some of the projectiles with his movement, angle his armour to deflect those that could not be evaded outright, and for one of the more persistent subsidiaries breaking his focus for but a moment to turn it upon them, but a wave of his arm and a thought to do so purging them in a hail of psy-bolts, before he turned back upon those who he'd initially targeted, now almost upon them.

Were he so inclined, he could simply bullrush them down. But this was artless, and to make a habit of it would prove fatal in more serious fights. Instead, to the first cultist he reached, a single Nemesis Force blade swung sideways and ripped his throat open, arteries and all. The other lanced out toward an enemy to Sirius' left, piercing his heart and purging his lifeforce. Pulling both free, he span toward the next, this time a woman, who lost first the hand trying to pull the trigger on her weapon, and then her head. Two more cultists dropped their weapons, and were gutted before they hit the ground, the falchions flashing in bloody, glowing arcs even as Sirius rounded on the final man, who had had the sense to actually draw a sword and try to swing with it. It made contact, but as the man swinging had already been bisected diagonally, the result was a mere "clink" as his limbs lost their strength and his body fell.

Reaching them took only ten seconds. Killing all six took two more. Focusing on another nearby cluster of the damned would be another seven or eight milliseconds; charging into their mass and slaying them would make up another four seconds. And so it went as Sirius passed further into the town proper - these were not dangerous foes, for their weaponry would be potentially threatening only en masse or in larger sizes, and his style of combat was one of agility and constant movement precisely to avoid being bogged down and swallowed by hordes such as this. It seemed, though, that at least one heavy weapons installation had been taken by Brother Basilious, and he imagined more would settle around the area. For Sirius himself, he had yet to meet one from the outset, but anticipated it even as he continued to take out the least forces of Chaos - even with his speed, challenging a lascannon from more than a few meters away was likely to be a ridiculous risk.

He did not wholly anticipate Brother Basilious' message - one of distress, rather than pure victory, and citing heavily armed foes. Perhaps more threatening than these whom Brother Elazar fought?

'I shall be with you shortly, Brother,' Sirius declared, his attention and bulk already moving toward the devastation wrought by Basilious' flames of divine wrath. 'Hold fast. The Emperor Protects.' Backtracking through his own path of death to find and follow his battle-brother's, eliminating as he passed any straggling cultists who would dare to enter his range of action, he quickly discovered the issue: Basilious [i]had[/i] been bogged down, by enough enemy troops that even one of their own might struggle. But two? Certainly not.

Sirius did not announce his presence with words. Instead, he did so with his storm bolter, gunning down a triad of cultists firing upon the two from the window of a more intact building before joining Basilious in cover - with intent of brevity, of course. 'Who do we need to kill first?' he asked, already plainly on edge when they could be in combat proper. The sooner he knew, the sooner the Emperor's will could be done.