Jericho watched the torrent of Ogryn fire proceed to rip apart another pair of Orks down while the Commissar joined in and helped put them down as well. Reaching out to join into the fray, once more, calling upon the warp Powers that so defined his role within the Guard. Yet, as the torrent flew forward, he realized something was [i]wrong[/i]. No, this was not going to end well as he grimaced, blasts of static warp energy sparking from his fingers and eyes, shuddering as his mortal frame attempted to contain the eldritch energies running amok within his thin frame. Tasha, Emperor bless her soul, was ready for this. Early in their relationship as comrades he had instructed her on something he was not fond of, known as the Ultimate Sanction. Simply put, violence tended to have the chance to curtail the effects of the Warp backlashing against a psyker. If fast enough, one could prevent them outright or vastly reduce the severity, which Tasha was quick to spring into action, the stock of her rifle slamming into his back, throwing him unceremoniously downwards with a pained thump.

The warp powers diffused from the shock and damage to its container, blowing outwards in the relatively harmless manner of the stone oozing blood wherever it was damaged. Unsettling, to be sure, but knowing what Perils could have awaited him, it was the far lesser of two evils. He kept his head down, taking cover while Tasha remained at his side, despite the danger that entailed, as the party was well aware of, if they hadn't been before, how dangerous Psyker powers could be, both to the enemies, wielders, and even allies if things get bad enough. The shock of the warp recoiling was always unpleasant, thankfully no worse than usual, so caving to the insistent glare, he did not try again, instead readying his Lascarbine, a hold over from his regiment, a compact and reliable affair that was, while less magnificent than his warp born powers, was pretty much certain NOT to explode on him and get him, and the others around him, killed. He was never a very good shot, he never had to be, holding fairly basic riflemanship. At least he knew the shooty end from the stock.