Well, we can do that as well, our priest, dear, dirty old Ayatani Zweil has managed to seal away a few Daemons and other warp emanations with his faith and gestures of abjuration. But he's an old, old man, and we have more men than miracles. Most every battle with Chaos that we fought was fought with lasgun and straight silver, really.
[ Gaunt seems utterly unruffled by the scrutiny, and nods. ]
Partially, yes. These scars weren't inflicted by chaos but were a result of their cultist's actions. The Blood Pact captured, flayed me, and put out my eyes. My best Scout, Oan Mkoll, and my Nightane Guide, Ezrah Night, barely managed to save me from the ministrations of the Blood Pact. I nearly died on the operation table twice, afterwards, and I've had considerable grafting and augmetic work done on me since then to stabliize my body.