“For that weak sack of flesh you so gleefully mock is no super soldier, no immortal warrior, no creature cursed by chaos like you. He is a man, an imperial guardsmen, drawn from some forgotten corner of the imperium to fight for his species and the safety of the people he loves. He is a factory worker, a farmer, a storekeeper, a father, a brother, a son, a mere man. Against creatures like you, teeming and numberless, powered by the very will of thirsting gods... He holds the line! And he has held the line for ten thousand years!
So monster, what's your excuse”