"DRAW BACK! DRAW BACK!" The Rogue Commandants found themselves bellowing. They were students of Khan's style of warfare. They'd been too many a battle under the man, and they'd learned how he dealt with momentum, by pulling away from a fearsome attack, and allowing it to filter out its own accord.
But even with those orders, the men didn't seem likely to have much of a chance of responding. There were too many for them to get a handle on. They were accustomed to commanding a thousand each, not five thousand. Their cries drew reactions from some men, but not all of them, and it was the men that lagged behind that were snatched up by the fury of the Stormfront assault. Their ill-formed lines were butchered, and the attacks neared their heads.
Eventually, they were forced to give up efforts of leadership, and they were made to deal with the attacks themselves.
