"Die!"
Trajann Valoris roared as he swung his right fist, shattered flames bursting from his hand. The monsters trying to run out of the Webway screamed and fled in wretched disorder beneath the blow, and the Custodians around him immediately opened fire. The Enchanted Bolters made especially for them unleashed unimaginable power.
But it was not enough. Nowhere near enough.
+My lord!+
In a gap in the fighting, he called anxiously to his lord with Psionic power, but received no answer. Just as his heart sank sharply, waves of weak echoes came from the depths of his mind.
+I will sleep, Trajann... that sword. Do not let it hurt you, and do not let it be taken away, or the crusade...+
The Captain-General's expression was calm and controlled, with not the slightest trace of anxiety. He glanced slightly to the side and made a gesture, causing a Custodian standing beside him to change his stance at once.
The latter slapped the receiver of the firearm in his hands, and the pitch-black weapon began to shift its form. The barrel grew longer, and amid a pale blue glow, a high-precision scope also began to emerge from The Void.
Immediately after, he took an enchanted magazine for a Givadoron-pattern sniper Bolter from his waist and inserted it into the weapon specially issued to the Custodians. With a soft click, a dangerous heat began to emanate from the muzzle, warping the air as illusory flames started to gather.
The Custodian holding the gun grunted, unable to keep supporting it, and dropped to one knee. Several nearby Custodians immediately began walking toward him while firing. The sound of Thunderhawk Gunships landing cut across the sky, and half a minute later, the Imperial Fists charged into the Throne Room, every one of them fully armed.