"QUAIL, HERETICS!!!!!" That yell of righteous anger is accompanied by the panicked scream of a heretic, one that is quickly silenced by a not-so-silent chainsword. Looking around to the source of the noise, you see a zealot, the candle that's sitting on the pauldron of her armored robes lighting her face in the darkness of the hivecity, revealing her enraged grimace of fanatical dedication.