Pholax couldn't help but smile seeing his work saving his brothers from the flying scourge, although that smile as short lived for him, he still kept it as they failed to hit him, there was probably a less in here about getting ahead of one's self. As this would have killed a lesser man thrice. The helmet seemed to be still of use, provided nothing hit the same spot as it was breached in. He felt his system instantly pumping stims into his system, he'd never seen his own bones before and by the Emperor, this was a more intense pain than he thought it'd have been. Opening the Vox, "Pholax here, damage sustained. Preparing to strike the skies again." Said through gritted teeth, "By the Emperor." Pholax added through the Vox unintentionally before closing it. If they wanted to play rough, he'd play rough. Rising back to feet, fighting through the pain of his leg, placing his left knee down and placing his weight upon it, he began preparing his heavy bolter to firing more at the skies to suppress them as much as he could. If he could keep the Scourges on him, the rest of the squad could strike the prize. One must fulfil their duty, even if the price is death. OOC All out attack on the Scourges with Heavy Bolter fire.