Proditus couldn't help but laugh as he saw the little knife come out, a short, booming exclamation. For the briefest moment he pondered what his response would be when the blade inevitably failed to pierce his Terminator armour, torn between eviscerating Hans in a shower of gore with his lightning claw, or simply clouting him in the head with a fist that could easily cave in his skull. Even as Samus fired her paralysing shot, he decided that he would simply give Hans a discouraging swat if he made it close enough. The Chaos Space Marine's enormous, armoured fist would still undoubtedly shatter Hans's jaw and probably leave him permanently deformed, but this he decided, was a merciful enough punishment for his folly. He could always wave it away as self defence of a sort, and given the Guardsman's insane hurry to martyr himself, he doubted that any of the witnesses would be able to argue the point.