Tactical Withdrawal - Hab Enclave S15 West

"Dreyfos to command, position lost, situation non-vi, all survivors pulling back, out", Evander spat the words and continued the march away from the city, his rage burning akin to the city behind him.

The city burned, a hellscape of fire and ruins, the flickering flames bouncing from the armour of the advancing Death Guard legionnaires. The withdrawal of forces had left a bitter taste in Evanders mouth that wasn't down to just the ashes falling like snow on him and his remaining men.
  The failure to cross blades and cut the head from the snake had been his, he had been close enough to lock eyes with the enemy commander and nearly broken cover and charged him down when he saw the smirk of disdain on the face of the Death Guard. But he knew trying to weather the withering bolter fire cutting across the battlefield would be suicide.
  Falling back he had seen Venerable Sariel close with a unit of Grave Warden, witnessing the ancient warrior dispatch every warrior in his path and a despoiler squad of the deathwing had closed and brought blade to bear on an enemy tactical squad to buy their brother's time to retreat.
  But these small victories were insignificant in the face of the enemy advance, a corrupted siege Leviathan laid waste around itself, wiping out the Sicaran that had advanced to bring it down. The recon marines sent forth to scout lay dead or hanged from the ruins where they had been massacred. Death Guard tacticals emptied their bolter magazines into a destroyer squad caught in the open and the wreck of a speeder lay burning, it's crew slumped over it's controls.
  "Dreyfos to command, position lost, situation non-vi, all survivors pulling back, out", Evander spat the words and continued the march away from the city, his rage burning akin to the city behind him.