"I have found that the one constant throughout the galaxy is that... there is only war. Humanity may rest for a time, but as long as there is darkness and shadows beside the light of enlightenment and truth, there will be need for Knights like myself."

He hesitates, looking her up and down, "And people like yourself, as well. Tell me, Satellizer El Bridget. How do you fight?"

Erhart's answer is obvious. Even in the silly cowboy clothing, an enormous pistol, far too large for standard human hands, is holstered at one hip, and the other hip has an enormous hand and a half sword sheathed against it. For him, as with every Space Marine going back to the days of the Primarchs, he denies his foe first and foremost with bolter and blade.