The Collected and Collated Annals of the battles, wars and conflicts of Aurish Prime: Part 3: Sakura

Typhus walked the battlefield after the worst of the fighting was done, a wander through a new garden, the joints in his armour creaking; failed pneumatics hissing, functioning still by some devilish will.

The comforting drone of the Destroyer Hive followed his meander between the cracked armour plate of his foe. Little swarms of the hive broke away now and then to slip in through those new crevasses, to find the dark wet parts in which they laid their younglings, safe in the places that are still slightly warm.

The glare of Typhus' off-yellow-green eye lenses surveyed all they had created on this day and a sigh escaped from the part of his mask that once assisted the function of his lungs, now a vent for excess fumes.

The sound disturbed a pox walker from it's merry feeding. The thing rose from its meal of congealed blood and torn flesh and turned it's cataracted eyes to Typhus. A look of longing perhaps? Typhus reached out a massive gauntleted hand, its size easily encompassing the skin and bone abomination's head. The fingers extended out. They gently scratched at the patch of remaining hair upon the threadbare scalp.