[Lord Commander Erus]

Julius rises. He seems not to hear the query, and stoops to pick up the blade. A flickering witch light plays along it, eldritch fire of a shifting mother of pearl color, and sparks of black lightning leaping around him.

Slow, steady strides are made. He is still stripped to the waist, in only shiny, stiff black patent leather boots and loose fitting breeches. the sword point is dragging along the ground, an ominous, evil scratching.

Suddenly, a flickering nimbus begins to play about his head in an aura of power. The air about him begins to hum, and in a shower of sparks the blade is brought to bear, ghostly flames swirling all about him now as the lightning begins to arc off him, shattering flagstones.

He rushes, a wordless cry on his lips. The once plain, strong face is contorted in feral rage, carefully braided hair crazy and wild. Grendel would say he looked like a tribesmen from his planet of Fenris. The eldar tattoos on his back begin to writhe, seeming to come to life.

In what would be jaw dropping speed for an Astartes, Julius is at the gate where the first spotting was reported. Julius is breathing and shuddering, literally seeming to take three breaths for every one of a normal mans, his muscles quivering. Any who have served with him would know he is employing his own unique psychic talents to propel his internal kinetics and metabolism to dangerous levels.

His eyesight justs picks out the black and gun metal of a rhino in arbites colors, suited for crowd and riot suppression. He grins, an expression utterly cold, and his voice is a dry, wheezing rasp, with a scratching echo to it.

'The Governor wishes to dine with us my friends.. We shall send him to the Emperors table! Man the guns, and fire at anything that moves in the streets!'

With that, Sedaire leaps, soaring through the air the length a long jumper would hit and rolls, coming up on his knees, sword thrusting forward. Lightning arcs forth as the tattoos on his back burn, along with pearlescent warp flames shooting from the blade. Both impact the front of the vehicle, and it explodes in a shatter or ceramite and flesh and flak armor.

He is charging forward again before the cloud of fuel is done detonating, twisting and whirling, he spins over in mid air a huge piece of the vehicles front plate armor, and lands front foot, feet away from the next.

Eyes narrow as a hand thrusts out, and the entire vehicle vibrates and begins to shudder. Screams and small pops like rotten fruit are heard inside, and suddenly the entire thing yet again explodes, though Julius is already yards ahead of it, charging a salamander, snarling.

Something has gone wrong, for his sword is jerking in his grasp like a thing alive, and the color is reflected in his eyes, the exorcists mark on his right hand glimmering golden and he levels his blade parallel to the ground and perpendicular to his charging shoulder. T

he buildup of power around him a tangible stench of ozone, as again the vehicle begins to shake and vibrate, manging to flee his sight before a faint whumph is heard, and finally the Inquisitor stops short and abruptly, stumbling a few steps like a lost child before collapsing to his knees.

Spittle drips from his lips, as his eyes roll about in his eyes and his muscles quiver and contract completely at random, in what appears to be a full on seizure.