Even this far into the war, Rogier was still frustrated. He neither understood why they were fighting nor why Evan had ordered him to retreat after he had already seized a World Eaters warship.
"Brother Evan, are we still not deploying?"
"Leave the next battle to Kazhaniv. Let your troops rest. The wolf pack has suffered too heavily, and it's not time to stake our lives yet."
Rogier was furious. "Even without the wolf pack, we're powerful Primaris Warriors. We're no less capable than any of our brothers."
"I know. You say that as though you've ever seen me commanding Warhawks. It's just not time to make the most of your strengths yet. Tell Kuroser to equip more Devastator Squad weapons. Our next mission is to destroy the xenos nest."
Rogier said no more. He spun around angrily, his long steel mane whipping past Evan's face. With no fighting to do and no victory feast to drink at yet, the Space Wolves were terribly restless.
Could they possibly be more restless than me, a White Scars Big Boss trapped in the command room?
A commander's restlessness often manifested in strategic decisions. After making a circuit and losing one ship, the thirty-odd Wind and Cloud-class Battleships raced toward the asteroid belt.
Not much time had passed since the fighting began, but Evan smiled as he gave the order. "Charge straight at the First Expeditionary Force's backside. Get past the Mandeville Point."
Countless shattered asteroid shells burst apart as hundreds of warships suddenly charged at the Dark Angels' rear from the flank.
Azrael's fleet was deeply entangled with the xenos ships. When he suddenly saw the Crimson Tide's main force driving straight into his rear, he thought, This is bad. We're caught between them.
The Invincible Reason swiftly turned back to reinforce