"Which warband?"
Nergüi had ignored the presence of the wounded Krieger upon his arrival, allowing the silent and masked Guardsman to make his way over the barricade and take an overwatching position without acknowledging him, kneeling down beside each of the deceased Traitors and recording their statistics into the Narthecium at his wrist. Perhaps as some form of revenge against the scum for their heresy, he also made sure to ruin what was left of their rotten progenoid glands, mostly puncturing them or even crushing the small organ between fingers - there would be no coming back for these heretics, not now or ever.
"Hhhmmm," with one large hand he scrubbed at a dented pauldron, and slowly but surely he received the answer he was looking for, for there could only be one formation that used the flaming daemons skull as their symbol, "Word Bearers."
His answer was filled with contempt, his words laced with so much hate that these corpses could well have been his own family - and in a way they were.
"More specifically..." came the follow-on response as he turned the body over with a grunt, his helmet picking out what had once been Chapter markings as old as the Heresy itself, "Third Hand Chapter."
Only now did he return to his full height and retrieve his bolter,scanning it for any signs of damage and finding none, checking the ammunition count with stoic professionalism and only then turning his head to eye the psyker through the reflection of his eye-lenses.
"There are traitors, and then there are these; the whoresons of traitors, and by the Khan I hope we find more before our time here is done. My blade has tasted them and the hunt can only end one way."
Almost casually he walked further into the tunnel and took a kneeling position to the right of the Krieger, lost in his own thoughts, thoughts that those around him could not possibly comprehend.
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