The Marshal and his cohort in response to the sudden intrusion all raised their weapons. “Who goes there? Speak, in the name of the Emperor!” Commanded the booming voice of the Templar leader.
“Lower your weapons, we mean you no harm,” the Farseer commanded, extending his arm and, as he lowered it, the terminators opposite him did the same, though not of their own volition. It was a simple trick, by a Farseer’s perspective, but witchcraft in the minds of less sophisticated beings.