Davcius was utterly broken by the sight of the daemonic entity being crumpled into sheer nothingness. But he saw where the laser had lanced out from, he knew where the sniper was that had slain their unholy champion...and they would pay dearly for this transgression... With all the poise and grace that three sleepless days of constant fighting brings, Davcius managed to make his way to nearby the sniper's position. With a manic grin, he produced a crude frag grenade. The thing was a battered, rusty looking thing that looked like it would explode in his face more so than an enemy's, but it was his best hope. 

Reading himself, he tossed the grenade into the sniper's perch and prayed to the Dark Gods that it did some manner of damage. The grenade, by fortune or through the sheer crappy skills of the heretic, landed a good three metres from Elou. Given her stance, most of the shrapnel simply sailed over her, doing minimal damage.