"The battle is not yet won." He braced his Volkite charger, ready to fire again. He could hopefully blast the soldiers away and then focus on the Angel. "This is what I live for! The exaltation of battle! Victory or death!" The fighting was perfect for Dalahar, he could focus on it fully and not worry about anything else, as he was designed. "Bah!" He blurted, frustrated by Candace and her willingness to surrender. "Viyang, you can take the flying one, I'll break these" he didn't have much time. His soul was in agony as Kyrys writhed and screeched within him. It would drive an astartes mad, once all of his gene forged endurance and determination was spent. "Are you with me?"