359 whistled into the radio. She looked down from the gun turret of Tower One onto the spread of Klokateers waiting more-or-less battle-ready on the lawn. And the black mass of demons from the east, marching in to meet them, lit by the setting sun. "Fuckin' hell out there. Literally." Her words were echoed out to the teams of squishy newbies; one in every twenty had a squawk box attached to the hip, and it crackled with her voice. They shifted uncomfortably, not feeling her confidence. But then they were about to be face-to-face with the monsters.
She'd rounded up the fodder by levels of experience. Out in the front were some of those who had weapons put into their hands for the first time this morning. Melee of course, no need to waste ammo on people who couldn't use it. She winced at the way they were holding the assemblage of medieval weaponry; even from up here their mistakes were obvious. Those towards the back were only slightly less questionable. The seasoned Klokateer knew quite well she was leading a slaughter. Mordhaus Proper was the skeleton crew of the inexperienced, and she was here to marshal the weak and wibbly forces. They would protect their Masters' house as best they could, and she would push them all to their limits, and death. 359 shifted the rocket launcher to her other arm and pressed the talk button on the radio once more.
"GEARS ON THE LAWN. ATTENTION," she growled. They straightened, even as the demonic forces drew nearer. "READY YOUR WEAPONS." They snapped into a more convincing defensive structure. "HERE THEY COME." The demons were near enough now. "ARE YOU FUCKERS READY FOR THIS?" A roar from the Klokateers was answered by a roar from their enemies. "THEN GO, GO GO! DO ANYTHING FOR DETHKLOK! DIE FOR DETHKLOK!" And they ran, weapons held high, to meet their doom.
359 set the radio down on the ledge and readied her shot.
------ Meanwhile at MiniMordhaus, Charles Foster Offdensen was eying the armies below through a sniper rifle. He'd never fought demons before and he was itching to give his sword some use, but practicality told him he needed to use this opportunity to watch his enemies. He needed to gauge their strength, and the best way to do that was by watching them work as he picked them off one by one. Pop, pop, pop went the heads. It would take him no more than seven minutes to get through this box of bullets. After that, he'd join Teja down below.
Spending a fight for the fortress inside his office? Definitely not the CFO's style.