Not enough

Evastis was running now. He was running. Destov was dead. He was running. Holes in the armour. Running. Blood pouring out of Destov's mangled body. Just running.

I'm BACK!

Evastis' instincts kicked in. He jumped to the side, rolled, and fired.
The thing screamed.
The walls seemed to scream.
And, in the darkness, something screamed.
Evastis stood back up. He'd managed to punch holes in the roof of the mouth of the... thing.
Whatever it was, it was dead. And that was all he needed to know.
He called out, "Follow." A hoarse grunt, no more. It was all that was needed.
He walked deeper, into the darkness.

WHOOPS...

Sorry 'bout all that. Didn't check back, forgot all about, and then got back into 40k. Then I remembered this. I'm gonna post real soon. Sorry... again. :(