[u]"Hold on. There is hope for you yet, soldier."[/u] She moves her hands in a strange manner, and two fields of energy appear around his wounds stabilizing them for the moment, enough for them to remove him from the pikes he was planted on. He was given to the surviving marines, who would know what to do with his weakening body... meanwhile, the Tau family continued to fight back valiantly and violently against the demons, pushing their tide to a halt that would have made the warp feel a dent in their wallet of Daemons. The corpses piled on top of each other, relentless killings ahoy.

[b][i]With Corvo down, heavy reinforcements are dispatched. A pair of lumbering, elite venerable dreadnoughts thunder their way around the corner, blasting demons with rockets, mass reactive bolt rounds, liquid promethium, and molten plasma. The push into the horde from your left flank, but another horde appears at your right flank. [/i][/b]

With the arrival of the dreadnoughts focusing on the dwindling horde, Kor'El and his daughters focus onto the oncoming horde. Kor'El unsheathes his Ancestral blade, mighty blade of obsidian colour that radiated with sheer power. It was originally powerful, able to slice through flesh and armour alike with extreme ease, but it was now imbued with Necron energy. For every swing he made, a Shockwave of surgical cleaving followed, cutting cleanly in half all that stood in it's path.

[b][i]Before long, the horde of demons is dead. The dreadnoughts approach you. "Your intervention saved the First Captan's life, we owe you a blood debt." Says one of the massive dreadnoughts. "You may call on us in a time of need, and we will repay this debt of blood." Says the other hulking machine. One of them tosses you a beacon. "Push the button, and we will grind your enemies into dust." [/i][/b]

Kor'El catches the beacon. [i][u]"I thank you, warriors. I will be sure to keep this handy."[/u][/i]