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Passionario:
Pass regarded the chanting Eldar with a withering stare.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)[OOC: Psyniscience test result: 06... should be enough even for Very Hard difficulty.]
She could feel the sharp prickles of warp static radiating from the xeno. Clearly, his words were more than meaningless glossolalia, and his bowed stance more than just an expression of fatigue. They were witnessing a ritual of power, an act of bending the currents of fate by strength of will. The flaring light that reignited in Silharriel's eyes only served to confirm her suspicions.

As Halsted moved forward to issue his challenge, Pass shifted her gaze away from the Eldar and towards the doorway, yet her mind continued to churn. Was Silharriel a Chaos Sorcerer, or some Warp-shaman of his twisted race? That would certainly explain how he managed to send her a message earlier. However, the implications of this conclusion (if it was true, she reminded herself) were dire indeed.

To fight alongside with a wild Sorcerer whose powers were not tempered by the Emperor's blessed sanction was horrifying enough. To be serving an Inquisitor who willfully employed such dangerous minions in her retinue... Pass quickly banished the thought before it could drive her mad.

One thing was clear, however. From this moment on, the damned xeno could heal his damned wounds via his own damned powers.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)[OOC: Come now, did you really expect a traumatized paranoid amnesiac to reach a correct deduction on something like this? :)]

Gargulec:
'Die slowly, Sollex's lackeys!' you heard as a response. 'Why don't you come here instead?['/i]

Meanwhile, you heard series of explosions above you. Whole outpost shook. It was likely that the attackers were inside, and even if not, they would soon enter.

As the side effect, even the auxiliary lights went off, leaving you in a complete darkness. 

Xander Morhaime:
Halsted gave a light shrug. A bluff like that couldn't be expected to work every time. He leaned closer to the door, still keeping the stubber out of view. He wanted it to be a surprise.

"Inquisition," he corrected, speaking loudly enough to make sure they heard it, just as he poked the barrel of the stubber around the frame of the door and held down the trigger to give the room beyond a taste of suppressing fire.

Silhar:
Silharriel came closer, crouched and almost sneaking, to the door from the side other than where Tobias was firing a barrage of bullets. Then, the Eldar leaned his head through the door, carefully, sweeping it for a possible cover and a position suitable for giving damned bandits a good pain, possibly the pain somewhere near a forehead.
Counting enemy forces and examining their equipment was another matter Xeno decided to take care of. The other one was, of course, not getting shot due to some wierd lack of perception.

Gargulec:
Tobias barrage was successful indeed. Judging by the screams, at least one man perished... and a few more got dangerously close to ending their miserable existences. Moreover, now, as Silharriel could see by entering the room, they were all hiding, taking cover, and were not going to shot back in a while.

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