[That was a pair of Baneblades back there, so Mira might have to shout a bit more than ususal to jostle her troops from their joyous cheers. Still, with the cream of Imperial Tankers so near at hand, there were all kinds of opportunities for a lasgun or a bolter to have an effect.

Morale was high, but the Sisters were paying the price for their heroic stand. Bolter fire from their little redoubt was slackening off, and when a squad of Seraphim took wing to plant melta-bombs on a pair of battlesuits, only three made it back to their lines intact. Many of them put more faith in the Emperor than in cover, and while their armor was fantastically tough, it was not Space Marine grade. Worse, if the battle continued much longer unabated, it would become a death trap for them, the suits of beautiful armor rendered inert and immobile when their power cells depleted.

So instead of rallying her sisters to charge after the Tau, Nelia charged the survivors with administering to their fallen sisters. She had to check for wounds on her walking Sisters as well, for many of them would remain stoic and silent rather than report injury. To lead Sororitas in battle successfully, one had to be mindful of their little quirks, like their inability to admit weakness. And as much as Nelia wanted to charge after the Tau...to do so with the wounds she herself had taken might be unwise. A mono-blade had slipped between her armor at the hip, and her little adventure with the flamer had not been without a few burns on her own flesh and armor.]