[b]The robots... reassemble. Like that whole attack was nothing. Their metallic skin reshapes, reforms and returns where it was. They become whole again, as if the thing's attack was naught but a minor setback. A blinding light strikes the man's presence. He had so foolishly revealed himself as an agent of chaos. He would be purged in the holiest of manners. The words dissolve from her mind as a brightness of ten thousand suns invade the man, burning through his psyche, forcing him out of hiding. She threw him out of his hiding place and back into the street. She then drove the flaming sword through his chest. The blade bent metal and flesh before it, as if it was clearing a path for the flames. Then the fire let itself be felt. It invaded the thing's body, ravaging through it. It fed off of chaos energy, so his attempts at appeasing it would only make it grow. It burned through him, purifying the filth that inhabited his body and soul. The Sentinels also got to work on him. From their eyes came beams of brightlance. They shred through metal, ferrocrete and flesh like a blade through air, stopping at nothing, piercing through the figure relentlessly and harmoniously. The Saint retracted her sword, the flames still inhabiting his body, eating through him as she slashed at him again, cutting broadly across his chest, leaving a flaming sear upon him. His darkness couldn't save him any longer. The light of the Emperor's fury cast out any darkness that blighted this universe, and it would not rest until all darkness had been banished. And it wasn't making any exceptions for this one. The saint remained impassable, untouchable. Whenever he would try to approach her for an attack, he would be burned, forced to move back by fear of turning into cinders himself. His darkness dissolved around her, cast away by the light. All he could ever do at this point was run away in shame, or be banished back to it's dark gods, cast out to be haunting the warp for eternity.[/b]