First Sergeant Scolirus collapsed heavily onto the low rubble wall behind him. All about him the city had been turned into a charnel house, every surface coated with guts and patches of skin from the burst greater daemon lain low before him. As he flexed his fingers his powerfist squelched with ichor and all his armor had a thick wash of blood. He closed his eyes as he listened to his squads regrouping, took a long deep breath, and stood back up to start issuing new orders. The war wasn't over, but perhaps the tide had turned.