Domicious stepped forward. Like every other choice in his life, it made it increase in volume. In weight. The burden. At the back of his head.... Domicious drew his Relic Blade, the blade glowing an eerie green and humming lowly like the C'tan Phase Sword it was combined with. He let the tip of the blade scrap the floor, as he stopped 3 feet in front of the three. He wore jet black Aegis Armor, along with his left arm signifying his Deathwatch Champion status. Strangely he bore no Purity Seals. The red embers trying to escape his helm's lenses stared at the Traitor Astartes. "Hm, this should be amusing."