Spreading out, the necrons had enveloped them. Bolters tracked and fired to compensate, relying on advanced targeting sensors - the mist was so bad that the enemy were literally appearing as if from nowhere, and in numbers.
"Brother, my flank has been compromised". It was Atavian through the comm-feed in Iulus's helmet.
"Close up battle-formation, there are more necrons than we first believed."
An affirmation rune flashed in Iulus's retinal display. The tac-icons representing the Devastator squad started to move closer to the Immortals. Iulus noticed there were several red markers that remained static.
Squad Fennion and the two Devastators - they were the rearguard. Glory belonged to others.
"Take hold the ground". Those had been his orders during the mission briefing. Thirty Ultra marines to keep a simple esplanade from the enemy. It had seemed like overkill; now, Iulus Fennion wasn't so sure.
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