There was a flaring pain in his back as he slammed into the wall. Whatever had done that had amazing strength. Not only does it take immense strength to lift a space marine, but to lift one in terminator armour, that was something else entirely.
"Squad, sound off" Quixos had only been a Justicar for a few weeks. This was his first action as a leader.
"Gerhain here. That thing dented my armour and caused the power pack to half shut down."
"By the throne sir! What was that thing?!" Quixos was still unused to hearing Samson's voice. He'd replaced Quixos when he was elevated to Justicar after Tsanen's death. A death they all felt. He wondered where Delnion was. He already knew that Harrus was dead. He'd seen him be speared with something for Terra's sake. He heard coughing nearby. It had to be Delnion. All the Cultists were killed in the blast. He stumbled over to a large pile of rubble and started to dig. After a while, he unearthed Delnion. His chest was bleeding. Too fast to be superficial.
"It's my... ah... lung sir." Gasped Delnion "It's punctured. I... ah... can feel it. Don't try to save me sir, just make sure I make it back to my... ah... vault on Titan, and kill that warp spawned abomination for me." He spat the last words out as his last breath rattled from his mouth. His red winking life sign on Quixos' retina went out. He'd died.
"Squad!" Quixos' deep Terran voice boomed out. "We are the Grey Knights of the Emperor's Holy Inquisition. We were sent here to prevent a cultist cell from summoning warp-spawned filth. Demons. We failed in that task. Let us now redeem ourselves, by sending it back to the fiery hell from whence it came. Squad Quixos, for the good of the Imperium of man, Charge!"