Michael 'Sarge' O'Shay<br/>He lowered his smoking pulse rifle and ran over to Rome.  The creature's tail had struck hard but the armor had held.  These things, whatever they were, had something beyond animal cunning.  Rome's would be killer had deliberately used its fellows as a shield to try to get to him.  His eyes also widened at the creature's blood and viscera...melting the metal floor?! As these thoughts ran through his head, he heard the multiple screeches and claw scrapes from the same hallway.<br/><br/>"Fall back to the rally point! Alpha, we've got incoming hostiles numbers unknown! Don't let the sentries blast us too!"<br/><br/>He was used to fighting people not...things.  This was beyond his job description, but the foe was smart enough to use a kind of "wave" tactic using its speed and numbers.  As the squad began its run, he gave another order.<br/><br/>(This is assuming I see lots of blips on my motion tracker)<br/>"Squad turn and suppress on my mark! 3...2...1...MARK!" He and the rest of Bravo turned and filled the hallway with shot to kill or at least slow down pursuers.  They continued their run, doing this every 20-30 yards, until (hopefully) they reached the rally point.