Artemis seizes the servitor, armor servos straining as the thing struggles to free itself. Magdalena drops the bolter, drawing a blade from beneath her robes. Air around the weapon shimmers with the slight distortion of a power field. She charges the servitor, aiming a powerful thrust.
Artemis' vision is briefly obscured by a spray of blood and ichor as Magdalena's blade bursts through the servitor's neck. The servitor twitches then goes limp in the Space Marine's arms.
Magdalena sheathes her weapon. "My Lord, are you all right?" She glances at the pinhole wounds the servitor had made in his armor.
Artemis' vision is briefly obscured by a spray of blood and ichor as Magdalena's blade bursts through the servitor's neck. The servitor twitches then goes limp in the Space Marine's arms.
Magdalena sheathes her weapon. "My Lord, are you all right?" She glances at the pinhole wounds the servitor had made in his armor.



