[X] Talk the daemon into allowing itself to be killed. (Roll True Faith, Harmonize for +1 Die)
-[X] STUNT Dharok steps forward and the light of Lorgar is behind him and about him filing him with purpose, but in this place and this hour it is for him to speak, it is for his light to burn true. This entity before them, this daemon had never been mortal, it had not been corrupted, it is corruption. And yet within it Dharok could feel the conflict, the horror of its own existence suddenly impinging into din and madness within. Dharok of all mortal beings could begin to understand, that part of him that had been taken from him, that been made abomination had also in its heart of hearts wished that it might be ended before Dharok, before Malum Caedo understood the whole of himself. There would be no salvation for the daemon, but there might be silence and in that silence peace.
-[X] If the attempt fails Fan tries to break the ward allowing the daemons to be harmed (Willpower+Iron Resolve+CCC)
-- [X] In preparation for assaulting the wards, your Mind-Hands reach into the nearby battlefield and sweep around you with the touch of Maedes, legendary king of Old Earth, transmuting the 'dying' and the 'dead', man, daemon, and ghostly spirit alike as they orbit around you, first into the raw materials for your work, both mundane and mystical, and then further refining them into tailored sorcerous tools and reagents at near impossible speed, until you stand as the burning green sun of an sorcerous solar system in miniature, each component for your counter-spell a planet illuminated by the of glory of your active Anima. Then, you strike, your anima explodes to iconic as those planets burn with silver flames.