"A life spent in His service is joy, Sister," whispered Lisbeth. "Destroying His foes is our divine mission. Behold," she announced, with an extended hand. She wished she had her armour - a ceramite fist would have made this much faster. "Our work is done, for now. More await." She shared a swift glance with her superior, and a nod. There was enough time for a brief lesson, though it would have to be combined with movement. As she took her position, ready to breach the next door, she spoke under her breath, careful not to give away their position. [i]Not another ambush. Not like her.[/i]

"I understand, Sister, that if I were to fall in battle, and you were unable to aid me, that you would take responsibility for delivering me to His side. The Emperor's Mercy, I believe it is called. Mercy is precious. Valuable. I see no reason to waste such a scarce resource on His foes. Save your mercy for those who deserve it. Save it for me. Now hush - we have a foe to slay, and a governor to rescue." Something [i]burned[/i] in her eyes as she spoke, and she turned her head back to the door, lasgun raised and set for a silent scorch. [i]They took our Saint. Our deliverance. I will burn them on a pyre of hatred for what they have done.[/i]

"We should move swiftly, Sister-Celestian. There is precious little time to lose."