Morr slowly pushed the small pile of corpses on his person off, his dented breastplate almost cutting off any air his lungs could take in. Forcing every breath, the knight rose to his knees, his entire frame bathed in gore. Coughing, the asphyxiation making him almost blind, his fingers scrambled over his chestplate, trying to unclasp it.<br/><br/>The Hellguards meanwhile were busy finishing off the rest of the mutated madmen, the remnants of the demon, still leaking copious amounts of acid, slowly eating their way into the ground. The battle was as good as over and the first of the soldiers began to account for the fallen and take care of the wounded, some of them saying their goodbyes to friends that would not survive the night. Sergeant Belatia, bleeding heavily from a vicious bite that had almost fully torn open her throat, was one of the few remaining officers, commander Kurze unconscious due to loss of blood caused by a ripped out leg, appeared to have taken command for now.<br/><br/>Sister Elia, her work cut out for her, sometimes literally, set to work tending those who could still be helped.