Loken scowls, pulling his helmet from his belt and sliding it over his head. "You and I shall have words after this battle is done, Commissar. There are matters theological which I'll need to discuss, and possibly correct you about. BUt for the moment, we've a False Emperor to cast down, and Daemons to slay. See to your men, and shelter behind the Crusade company until the final crunch. I would not see them sell their lives cheaply."