Moros looked into the chasm his eyes wide and entranced by its depth memories flooded him, but a crash broke him free of that. As he turned and rushed with all agility he saw Bacara flung across his field of vision as a helpless heap of broken man. The insect beast with its blue shell violently hurled itself without regard to its own life. It was a strange sight its shell marred with cracks from blade or bullet some shrapnel glinting in the light still embedded. A sturdy beast it unlike the fallen brother might just survive that fall to prey upon more who traveled this land. Moros made little attempt to save Brother Bacara it was to fast he could see that. He watched the Librarian try valiantly and he respected that, but he would not waste such energy on a man already dead.

Moros took to the rear guard as he saw Fellwalker move intent on guarding Brother Artenius he seemed to have taken a liking to the Librarian the brute and the brains Moros chuckled lightly to himself. He respected all who had survived thus far and that was a comfort to his mind when he thought of what lay ahead of them. So far they had collectively shown with most things in mind to be a tactical and thoughtful group with the raw muscle maintaining his ability to follow command until he was unleashed it was despite losses not as grim as other encounters Moros had survived.

As the Librarian spoke words of peace of the fallen Moros whispered to himself. It sounded like no more than mumbles to those around. Though near the end a few words could be heard. "Emperor grant him a quick death." As he finished speaking and watched others move in front of him and continued following his blade firmly gripped and ready. They could not lose another man or be caught unaware again they were close and the time was slipping away.