You tackle the Daemonette holding your Sergeant's heart, and run your chainsword through her. There is a brief moment before you activate the chainsword when you can see the expression of disbelief in the fiend's eyes, before its body is torn asunder. The other battle-brothers fair wells, slaying many of the Lord of Excess' children. Those that survive retreat further into the hive. But victory is not on your mind at this moment, your Sergeant is hurt. You quickly pick up his body and return to the lower levels of the hive, where you find one of the advancing tactical companies with an Apothecary. The Apothecary quickly begins the work of reknitting the flesh of Moloch's wound.
"You are fortunate that such a wound made by a Slaaneshi daemon is so clean. A khonrate wound like this would be a quick death. A Nurglite wound, a slow and painful one. This is easily re-knit. In any case, he should be conscious within the hour, and you can continue your advance. We will create a new heart for him, and he should be fine." The Apothecary said as he worked.
Sargon grips your shoulder. "You fought well brother. Your tactics were...untraditional, but effective. We will have to keep this up, at least on things that can't catch us mid-air!" he says with a hearty chuckle. For your first day in combat as an Angel of Death, you feel you did adequate. When Moloch wakes once more, you will continue your conquest of the hive, and rid the planet of its corruption once and for all! But for now, you meditate on the day's events, and pray to the Emperor for guidance and protection.
-Fin- Til next Wednesday at least!