>>5637383>26 for warpflame (Target 60). Strong success.>11 for other defenders (Target 40)>>5637424>>5637440>Shot successful. Strong warpflame success reduced to minor success.>89 and 11 for Celestians (Target 70)The fearless Canoness charges straight towards the Styrian Sorcerer as an enormous plume of swirling purple warpflame starts to erupt from the tip of his staff, and Malin squeezes the trigger of her plasma pistol.
The searing bolt cuts through the warpflame and bursts against the Sorcerers' psychic field, searing blue plasma blinding him and staggering him back against the steps. His burgeoning column of warpfare is thrown off-target, spraying upwards and around towards the high ceiling, but Canoness Malin is engulfed by the first few moments of targeted flame as she thunders towards the Sorcerer.
Malin's Rosarius flares as the thin sheet of warpfire passes over her, her power armour keeping her safe from the brief but searing flame. But her freshly-fired plasma pistol is not so well-shielded and overheats immediately, the cooling coils cracking and splitting as a hissing leak of plasma spews across Malin's hand and arm. The Canoness drops her pistol to the ground without breaking the charge, gritting her teeth as painful burns creep up her arm, and she focuses all of her pain and rage upon the foul heretic before her.
"Your soul will be mine, bitch of the Emperor." the Sorcerer froths with rage as he pushes himself back up to his feet, his unnaturally empowered body standing a head taller than the Canoness as he readies his crackling wooden stave to receive Malin's offensive, Malin upon him before he can ready any further ranged attacks.
Immediately behind Malin's charge comes Tessia and her Celestians. The Sacresancts lead, shields locked side-by-side like a phalanx of old as they march into the circular entrance hall. Styrian lasguns and heavy stubbers open up on the Celestians from all sides, shots rebounding off their heavy shields. Behind the shields of their Sacresancts, the other Celestians unleash their firepower upon the ebbedded defenders. "For the God-Emperor! For the Canoness!" Tessia bellows, her Storm Bolter roaring as she sprays bolts into Styrians on the upper balconies.
