Bright led the retreat with his spatial foresight blazing, mapping safe corridors through the medical bay's destroyed infrastructure.
"Duncan, rear guard! Mara, support! Bessia, keep Kora conscious and mobile!"
His group moved with desperate coordination—Duncan's Bone Guard forming a barrier between them and pursuing enemies, Mara's blades discouraging anyone who pressed too close, Bessia half-carrying Kora while maintaining healing pressure on the mutilated stumps.
The Covenant specialists and Crownhold operatives pursued with predatory certainty, sensing vulnerability, smelling blood.
We're not going to make it, tactical assessment warned. They're faster, fresher, more numerous. They'll catch us before we reach a defensible position.
Bright's spatial foresight tracked the medical bay's layout, searching for bottlenecks, chokepoints, anywhere they could force an engagement on more favorable terms.
