"Sure thing. Let's see if these CGC fucks can-OH SHIT!" Sister Kat couldn't help but to laugh at Noire's sudden outburst when she was fired at. She tended to forget that, out of all of them, she was the one with the foulest mouth. But that was a quirk she liked in her friend. Sure as hell beat those spineless cowards who only wanted to be her friend for fame back at home.

The plan was going exceptionally well. The Inquisitor stood over the dying body of the one called Sir loin , one of many skinners the cult had. With the man dead, it'd hurt their foes' moral and perhaps cripple them for a moment to grant a reprise.

D3m1 approached the downed skinner, kneeling and drawing his blade, bringing it down into the cultist's neck and, gristly, began to cut and tear.

"Ewwwww! D3m1, what the hell are you—" Noire didn't even get to finish; they had already finished their task. The Machanicus Tech Priest rose, holding the severed head, admiring the trophy before lowering it and looking to the others.

"I'm claiming this, will make a good Servo Skull. Let's retrieve the map and head back"

"Alright but…try not to cut any more heads off…least not around me. It's gross."

"…" D3m1 just stared. "You blew a man's head off at point blank, yet this grosses you out?" She pouted.

"I-It's complicated, alright? I don't like a head staring at me." D3m1 just shook his head at the hypocrisy. It was amusing, at least. The Inquisitor looked over to see Steven pluck the map from where Sir loin dropped it, already setting off as the group began to leave.

Something about this bothered Jessi. It was a feeling in the back of her mind, just that something was off.