Moros in spite of complications with his armor and weapons in the heat of the first battle stood forward at the speech and began to furiously try to get all systems back online and working for he would not miss an engagement with the heretics. he would not miss a battle against those who had fallen so far and corrupted the very essence of what it meant to be a space marine. His focus though was still intent on the Tau if a chaos commander was there it allowed them an advantage to get their mission done and get out while the wild  heretics slaughtered all else. Once that fighting was over perhaps it would be sanctioned they could destroy the weakened remainders of the heretics.

Moros assisted Kaerell in all efforts to mangle and dismember the bodies letting Kaerell discard them like the gutter trash they were in the ditch. He was drenched in blood from the grotesque affair. He looked to the change in Kaerell and his change in demeanor both a sense of curiosity and amusement that the man would change when the taste for violence began to be filled, but he had known many like that who thirsted for the fight for the kill and in fact he did as well though for him some of the joy had faded his fight and watch had been so long and the list of dead brothers had grown beyond counting and there was a toll that incurred on him. The grim thoughts and feelings of a hopeless endless war that would not stop till all of one side or all of the universe were dead. He shook his head as  the others began to speak clearing himself of those thoughts.

As the speech was finished Moros raised his sword in unison and screamed "To death or victory! For the Emperor!" He quickly took step his systems back in order his suit functioning properly he would not miss the next blood letting.