The only music Gadriel has ever heard has been hymns played over Vox, and those are generally only whipped out in times of dire need. The Adepta Sororitas sing hymns, according to the archives, as they run into battle. His own Chapter does not. Battle barges are deadly silent, save for the softly murmured stories traded around the shrines of the fallen.

He recognizes Dorian--the sorcerer who healed his burned hands. And here he was, doing...probably more sorcery.

"Are you behind this?" How dare you, sir. How dare you. "Is this more of your sorcery?"