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Under-Magos Rust Inkwell leaps down from his glider and hurries across the dessicated soil of the desert plain. If the sounds of battle from up ahead are any indication of how things are proceeding, his arrival was well-timed indeed: he clutches his autogun close to his chest, praying to the machine-spirit of the weapon to grant him steadiness of aim and celerity of target-acquisition as he runs to his brother-priest's aid. | Under-Magos Rust Inkwell leaps down from his glider and hurries across the dessicated soil of the desert plain. If the sounds of battle from up ahead are any indication of how things are proceeding, his arrival was well-timed indeed: he clutches his autogun close to his chest, praying to the machine-spirit of the weapon to grant him steadiness of aim and celerity of target-acquisition as he runs to his brother-priest's aid. | ||