Setesh sighed, unheard by anyone. "++What a bother.++"
he replied, the heretek's reluctance to hurt her own malfunctioning servitor making the situation harder than necessary. "++I cannot promise how long I can ignore it shooting that plasma cannon at me heretek.++"
Setesh expertly drew and lined up his flamer to quickly deal with the renegades, trying to get as many of them as possible within the gout of flames, while avoiding the servitor, the heretek and her mechanical hound. "I suggest standing down and submitting yourselves as my sacrificial slaves if you do not want to taste more burning promethium."
After Setesh had launched his flames at the renegades, he quickly maneuvered to cover as to protect himself from the plasma blast which would probably come again as he now was a target.