taking the steam as an inspiration, I watch the snake flail a bit, waiting for the right opportunity. At the first opening, I charge forward with my sword to stab the reminding good eye.
I then think of fire. Burning, cleansing fire. Enough fire to cleanse any taint of chaos. Enough fire to enter through my sword, through the snake's eye and burn it from the inside out.
For this, because I know I'm rather tapped out on psyker power, I try to rely on my faith in the Emperor for this. I reach back into my memories, thinking back to when I was a child, praying at the alter with Tessa, thinking about how sweet the incense smelled, listening to my superior on how fire cleanses chaos from the unclean. Then I flashed to the day I discovered Tessa, with her eyes out. How I wish I could have made her feel clean again!
As I refocus into reality, time resuming, I channel my emotion into my faith. For my strength comes from not my Emperor-given psyker gifts, but from the Emperor himself! For this is no mere psyker fire, but cleansing fire of the Emperor himself.
I mutter only one word, filled with contempt of the unclean. "Burn"