The Purity Injector on his left side spat and hissed, spraying a caustic curtain of cleansers and abrasive dust. The scrubbing cloud tore into the Loyalist dreadnought, wiping away its foul insignia and reducing its assault cannon to a shining lump of ultraclean metal. Then he was upon his enemy, chain-scrubber grappling with powerfist as the two war engines crashed together. Over the roar of machinery, the Inductor spoke in reasonable tones from vox-casters laden with filth.
"Surely we can negotiate a peaceful ceasefire?"
"IT IS THE WILL OF GUILLAUMUS MAIUS THAT YOU DIE THIS DAY, LOYALIST SCUM!"
He surged forwards, driving the chain-scrubber directly into the center of the enemy Dreadnought's sarcophagus. There was a crunch as its deep-cleaning power-bristles tore through adamantium, then a squelch as they reached the body within. The Inductor collapsed, soap and lye leaking from every joint in its broken hull.
By the time the Knights Inductor arrived on the scene, the drop zone was a perfect circle of shining, polished rock. The remains of Ancient Marius were nothing more than a lump of well-scoured chrome.
The traitorous Marines Immaculate had struck again.