As the fist broke his armoured shell, warnings intoned within significant damaged detected, one rune after another. The lack of pain within him still was surprising, it was just the sights in his tomb and the feeling of being moved by the kinetic energy. Hearing the curse, Pholax couldn't help but feel what remained of his blood boil, the Ancient believing he had already won, this, once glorious warrior of the Emperor fallen further than man ever should have, whatever madness possessed him, he would end and silence his foul tongue. Seeing Bodvarr charge, now his chance arising, placing his fist in the way, letting the other living dead impale himself, noting it making full penetration, tearing out vital parts of the live support system and as his own sensors confirmed, the engine of the other dread was critically damaged. Pulling his powerfist out, the close range assault cannon spooled up, then the sound of round after round penetrating the open armoured shell. The sounds of it exploding within, more and more of Bodvarr's tomb failing to sustain itself. Pholax paused as he saw the tomb itself slide out, the fighting of other dreads, the long dead brought back was his job seeing as he was also a dead man. As he looked at the actual dead man, trying to continue on, even as his death caught up with him. Pholax lowered his powerfist, "Find peace in eternal death, Cousin." Pholax spoke with his speakers at a louder volume than normal, wanting the Death Guard to know their ancient was defeated. As the fist hung above Bodvarr, a stream of flame poured over the now toasted and actually dead corpse. As the flamer ended and Pholax moving his vision back to the field, as the lascannons struck his damaged form, more and more warning symbols arising, knowing this was a position, he could never hope to hold, more and more armour, the figure or titans in the distance. As much as it pained him, they needed to retreat, regroup and prepare and to do that he needed a distraction and a breather from attacks. The lifeless shell of Bodvarr was still whirring along, it's generator primed for a slight bit more damage and there could be a fusion reaction. Without waiting or wanting to ask, Pholax sprayed another jet of flame over the lifeless shell, and began a defensive retreat to the rest of his squad. OOC: All actions used for defence on self and to escape the blast of the remains of Bodvarr's dread shell.