Sebastian frowned but the expression was clearly lost on his companions through the impassive visage of his helmet. It was good to hear Tiberius's voice. It was good to know that he was not alone and it was reassuring to hear confidence in his voice rather than desperation. Sebastian simply worried though whether this was confidence or over-confidence. Anyone who reached the rank of Captain was undoubtedly a skilled warrior. One who reached such a rank among the World Eaters was surely a butcher of exceptional savagery. He did not doubt Tiberius's skills, but he wasn't comfortable with the idea either.
He turned to the World Eater among them. "Kyros Straesen. The 5th Company of your Brothers are amongst the traitors arrayed before us. One of my brothers faces their Captain. Should I fear for him?"