The guardsmen of the 513th regiment looked on in abject horror from the walls of Corrinthia Primaris, they were spectators in a battle between deities and demigods, they were unsure of their place in all of this.
"Form up men and women of the 513th!" the order came from a battle weary but determined Commissar, he straightened his sash
"Regroup!" he continued to rally the guardsmen of Demeter, irritation at his apparent lack of success began to seep into his voice, "By the God-Emperor you will form up and prepare for battle or you will die" He brandished his laspistol.
Commissar Ignus Lenc was forty standard years old and clean shaven, his clothes pressed and smooth, he was thin but powerfully built. A highly disciplined man, he made it his duty to keep the soldiers of Demeter fighting to the last.
He pointed his weapon at the nearest Guardsman who immediately decided to adhere to the command of the Commissar, as did the rest of the Regiment.
Lenc, however, was far from satisfied
"Are you content to just sit back and allow the Astartes, the Avatars of our Lord Emperor, to punish the wicked without the support of His Imperial Guard?"
There was a nervous murmur through the assembled soldiers
"This filth invades your home, murders your world, kills your families, defiles the very ground you walk on and you stand back in fear?" He narrows his eyes, "The Emperor gave us many things, love, understanding, faith, but the most powerful and useful of all the things He taught us is hate."
The Commissar examined the crowd before him, "I ask you now, where is your hate? These abominations tread your world and yet, you do not seek there total and complete destruction?" The mood had changed, the soldiers began to remember all those slain in the name of the Fell Powers, "Will you avenge your families? Will you ensure this world remains in our most beloved Emperor's Dominion?"
The assembled Guardsmen shouted there assurances, "Remember this day! The day that mortal men stood against Daemons and Devils and triumphed!"
There was a roar of approval as the wall gates opened and men poured out eager to purge the taint from their home.
Commissar Ignus Lenc looked on and smiled.