(No it wasn't very clear)

With Wilfrith and the Partisans providing suppressing fire, the remaining Scions drag the injured ones behind cover and used their slate monitors to check their vitals to confirm whether or not the pair was beyond saving. 

Hen’s strike almost decapitates the Tau trooper in one swift stroke, the creature spasming and mewling as it dies upon the blade. Another alien moves to try and put Hen down, a plasma blast from its shotgun slamming into his flank, only for another partisan to come up behind the attacker and slam his entrenching tool into its head. The Tau infantry slowly begin to withdraw, desperately trying to untangle themselves from the messy melee. The Tau forces outside the forest likewise begin to slowly withdraw, unleashing a free storm of heavily artillery to cover their fall back.

The Hammerhead buckles under the blast of the Battlecannon, but manages to remain afloat, another pair of the Tau hover tanks providing supporting fire as the red armoured aliens begin to fall back, recognising the situation is little more than a quagmire. The Tau throw up shields and send forward Drones to try and provide cover from the immense fire power of the Knight. The Battlesuits attempt to provide covering fire for the infantry, but the Knight’s gattling cannons shred their relatively light armour. The Tau force continues to fall back, much of its fire now focussed on suppressing the Knight.

Cyradon’s spin throws the daemon back, allowing him to run it across the flickering monstrosities chest. Pale, liquid-like light blazes from the wound he inflicts, the creature reeling as its form is left to flicker, phasing in and out of reality as it struggles to maintain its grip on the material world. Loosing another snarl, it launches itself forward, attempting to decapitate the Space Marine.

The injured Partisans, while badly injured by plasma burns, are far from dead. Their armour is scorched and melted, but with medical attention they are unlikely to die.

It does not take long before Tarkhan is finished repairing the artillery, while the partisans and Guard bring more scrap metal to assist in his repairs of the Shadowsword, alongside whatever tools they can scrounge up. Several Chimera wrecks are brought forth as well.

(Are these supposed to be the injured Scions?)

Cyradon attempts to duck out of the daemon's wild swing, attempting to get under the daemon's blade. Following his attempted dodge, Cyradon himself lunges forward reaching out with one hand to grab the daemon's through and attempting to plunge his sword through the daemon's chest with his other hand.

(Yes, my mistake. Apologies for that.)

Attano sensing victory was near, was unconcerned about the suppressing fire, and continued to charge forward, crushing drones with the force of his movement. Sending one last shell at the Hammerhead, he turned his battle cannon on the other vehicles that made the mistake of attracting is attention.

Seeing the battlesuits shredded by the gatling cannon, he decided to use it to help shoot down the pesky fliers. He had to aim by eye instead of tracking, but he had always been a good shot and in anycase the gatling cannon shot enough rounds that some were bound to hit.

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Tarkhan considered the chimeras, mobility was everything in war and chimera's were immensely useful. He knew that most of the artillery used the same chassis and engine as the chimera and if he could transplant the engines from the artillery he was breaking down he might be able to salvage some of the chimeras. He paused in his disection of a basalisk to go and investigate the damage done to the chimeras to determine which he could save.

When the squadmates' condition was reported by the other Scions, Wilfrith sent a transmission to the Commissar. "Commissar Osbeorn, sir. We 'av two injured 'ere in critical condition. If they aren't extracted they are likely t' die."

He was sure that the Commissar already knew though, as he had access to the Slate Monitors of all the Scions.

Henriksen felt the heat of the shot as it flew quickly through the air, then a feeling almost like ice streaking over his skin. Not for the first time he felt the nerve endings in his skin get flash fried to nothing; not that he actually knew the specifics. If not for the adrenaline he'd probably have passed out from the pain that eventually followed. The flesh was weak, replaced at the will of his master. It was far from Hens mind.

Out of instinct he whirled on the Tau, right as the partisan struck its head; his hands coming up to show he had dropped his gun when he was shot. Grabbing the Xenos by its neck and waste, he attempted to heft it up and dash its body against a tree. Little more than primate instincts and lines of religious litany's and rhetoric filled his mind to keep him going, slowing the advance of dimming light at the edge of his vision.

A blizzard of explosions, fire, dirt, and gore filled the air behind him. It was an impressive display of fire power, though ment to suppress more than anything, and was lost on the simple focus of the Krieger. If had been further back in the fighting he'd have been in the thickest of it.

Dion takes the opportunity to fire upon an retreating enemy. It wasn't done so for the sake of the kill, as much as to keep the fearless Kriegsman safe. He didn't judge him, that was the right moment for a melee.

The psyker was used to gunfights, urban ambushes or any other city-size bloodsheding. But this was something else entirely. The prize was great, but so was the conflict. Nevertheless, he remained his cool. Another victory was near, his allies, as well as the xenos just didn't know it yet.

He kept closing his distance with Hen, as well as with the enemy troops. Each step was followed by a shot to kill or to pin down a Xenos.

Iselith heard the message intended for the Commissar and answered. "I will go. I am far more good to you aiding them than here, with an unfamiliar weapon." She dropped the Tau rifle, drew a pistol with her left hand and quickly, but calmly made her way over toward the wounded men.