A blood rage bubbling through his veins at the sight of the heretics, Zethidis aimed his Behemoth astartes at the nearest and fired its huge slug round at the none believer, screaming with all the air he could muster "You fight without the Emperor's strength. Try fighting without your innards, cowards!". Zethidis was a keen shot, and fired as many rifle shots as he could into the soft flesh of the heretics.
His gritted teeth behind his armoured helm were awash with a crimson blood as his dark heart beat ever faster in the fray of battle, his right bare cheekbone scrapping against the cool metallic inside as the gun shot back.
