Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20180205202802/@comment-33521582-20180306132020

Daon falls back steadily, seeking a high vantage point with enough cover to delay the enemy. As two of the Astartes pass, Daon collects a frag and krak grenade for each. Against an advancing column, they will be very effective.

He voxes the Thousand Son: "From this position I can delay them some time. Once I fall back, bring your power to bear on them as they give chase."

Daon Nazaratus stands there, again. This is what they do, they stand, they fight and, if they die, they do so with weapons raised and still firing.

He is still and quiet, autocannon ready, waiting for the new wave of enemies to come into view. Old words roll through his mind, an old admonishment, something that bears repeating. He switches his vox to an open channel, one the enemy is sure to pick up. The humans, at least, will understand the words. His voice is not his own as he speaks, he is merely echoing another:

"TELL THEM RUIN HAS COME TO THEIR WORLD, DEATH, DESPAIR, AND RED WAR".