I own a bolter for home defense, since that's what the founding primarchs intended. Four ruffians break into my strike cruiser, ''What the devil!?'', as i grab my ceramite helmet and bolt rifle. Blow a barrel sized hole through the first man, he's dead on the spot, draw my laspistol on the second man, miss him entirely because It's a glorified flashlight and nails the neighbor's servitor. I have to resort to the grenade launcher mounted at the end of the corridor loaded with a krak grenade, ''TALLY HO LADS!'', the shot shreds two men in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off sector and hull integrity alarms. Fixed lightning claws and charge the last terrified rapscallion, he bleeds out waiting on the apothecary to arrive since lightning claw wounds are impossible to stitch up, just as the founding primarchs intended.