Pholax watched the hovercraft smashing into the ground, and smirked to see the pilot burning as it attempted to leave, only to see Vitaly going to get his revenge for his arm. With the battle conclude, seeing the hellstrike missiles stride across and burst open the Laer's ships. It was like watching a vista. To pick out this or that detail, the corpses of Legionaries strained out, easily identifiable as this or that Astarte, others, literal chunks of meat. It was odd, to Pholax was a laughably easy assault, he smashed through any resistance they gave to him, was he better than these Legionaries? Was luck a factor? Should he have supported them more? Pholax was unsure what the answer was but knew whatever the case was, he was alive they were dead and he was committed like the rest into sorting through this world, they had no choice. No matter the coast, Laeran must be taken, not just Fulgrim's pride was at stake, but the Legion on the whole was and for the Emperor's Children, their word and pride was all, to disgrace that, well, Pholax would rather bash his own head in with his Thunderhammer than disgrace the Phoenician or his Legion. As the report of the dead rolling in, Pholax assumed the death were mostly from just establishing the foothold, now they were going to be entrenched and ready to press on, they'd be more able to defend and attack without having to take and hold as much. "Looks like you have your work cut out for you, Jendon. I hope you brought space for extra recovery." Pholax mentioned in a toneless voice. It pleased Pholax to see that Sidon was alive and well, with him around, albeit a slight bit wrong of him to think so since they were under new leadership, that they were in safe hands. "Want me to take point?" Pholax grabbed his Autocannon and prepared himself to enter the elevator. "Might need me to clear the way." Pholax chuckled as he made sure the autocannon was fully loaded for a possible fight.