As the last Plague Messenger was pierced through the head by a Quicksilver Bullet and ignited, Sudel pulled the bolt, ejected the cartridge, and after re-seating the bolt, the young man jumped up and sat on the edge of the foxhole. Soldiers in this section of the trench, wearing masks to protect against the plague and gripping low Sequence Holy Water in their mouths, began to finish off all the Chaos troops that still drew breath. They would take care of the believers, while those Chaos units with intestines hanging out would be set ablaze directly by the Dwarves' Flame Soldiers using a spray of Holy Oil as fuel.
"Not bad shooting, young man." A military Judge came over; he looked at Sudel and smiled, meanwhile taking a cigarette case out of his pocket: "I've been watching you for a while, nearly every shot of yours takes down an enemy. Bullets are one thing, but your comprehensive grasp of the enemy's weaknesses is impressive. You truly are his child. Want a cigarette?"
