Suddenly, the Cultists seem to grow agitated. Battle seems to have broken out... but the Cultists seemed to be in a panic. They were being attacked, and didn't know from where, or how. Their bodies were being shredded to bits, as if cut apart my meshes of steel wire. In fury and panic, they fired off their las pistols and bolt pistols at random, hoping to strike something. But no such luck for them. Little by little, their numbers thinned, buildings were set ablaze, their camp was being raided to the ground.