"So this is it, boys!" 359 encouraged the forces via radio. "What you see is what you get, they can't send any more!" She'd gotten a chance to bring down a satyr riding something that was passably a horse, and from the horsething's back she was able to see that the tree line was indeed the end of the demon army. The Klokateers in the towers could see this better than she could, but just having someone say it seemed to trigger a boost of confidence in her survivors all the way around the battlefield.
And then over the radio from the London castle, "Teja's down, Teja's down!"
She refused to feel anything on the subject.
She was glad the rest of the grunts here couldn't hear that channel on their boxes.
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Offdensen saw out of his peripheral Gaz's attack and curbed his own rage for just long enough to make sure he was positioned to keep the demon hoard away from her. He wasn't going to try to pull her off, but he sure as shit wasn't going to let her get killed either.
He felt no fatigue and no pain. And he was too viciously angry to really notice how the enemy army was ever dwindling as he and the Klokateer army cut them down one by one.