IC II: DH The Purity of Sacrifice

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Marcella


Marcella poured a part of her mind into the skull of the flamboyantly dressed man - right after it was almost blown off by Arl.

Flinching gently, smelling and seeing the blood, Marc seized the mans faculties and directed him over to kneel with the others, where he would be bound.

"Orla's right," the psyker said to Milo.

"You'll have to give their weapons back. In 1 kilometer from here we're just a group of credit guilders, but those weapons connect us to this scene. Just take their comms." she explained to the man, before she turned her eyes to look at the one she had under her mental power.

"Go to sleep," she said softly, the mans eyes closing as he slumped down next to his fellows.

"Also, sorry..." the psyker reached out for Orla with her hands, gently taking her gun off of her.

"We're better off giving anyone that comes across this a story to go with; this woman was accosted and shot them back. We'll get you a replacement later. I'll let you use my firearm." she explained, wiping Orla's handcannon down of finger prints and then putting it into the hand of the woman in pink, who was doubtlessly off to slumber land after Hound pistol-whipped her unconscious.

Once that was done, Marc gestured down the alley, "we have to get going; someone probably heard that and those two will be waking back up in a few minutes."