Shaking his head in slight disbelief at the vision in his head, Rand grits his teeth in an audible growl over the vox as the vision of the daemons and chaotic sights began to fade. Holding up his powersword he'd motion for the other terminators to follow, "Settle your bickering later! For now, we move." Though he was reluctant to tell his comrades of the visions in his head, he'd merely mutter these words, "Chaos dwells here."

His sword and flamer at the ready, Rand would hold his position at the door. Settling into an overwatch position, aiming to take fire at the first non-friendly to show itself in the hall.