Darius' shot went true, but was deflected at the last moment by En's refractor field, causing the bolt to fly wild and explode just a few inches from the Sergeant's face.  Sergeant En screamed in pain and dropped the platoon standard, clutching his face as blood poured down his hands.  The instant the platoon standard fell to the ground, every single false soldier clattered to the ground like puppets with their strings cut, dead on the spot with open eyes.<br/><br/>A couple of seconds later, each body began to disintegrate, falling into a neat pile of sandy flecks before blowing away in the still air of the room.  The remnants of the guardsmen all fluttered in the air like a tornado before finally coming to rest on the staff, and flying inside it.  Before long, the platoon standard was covered in strange and ancient runes, an obviously heritical device of unspeakable evil.  Its tip bore no symbol, but the daemonic relic had resumed its true form.  The device had abandoned Sergeant En, and was now seeking a new master...