Demon Assault
Until this point, smaller offensives and companies had harried the Last Light Company. With their overwhelming power, they shut down every attempt to take the chasm easily, but the pressure mounted as both enemy powers began eying them hungrily.
"Korra, handle the demons! I'll rally the other side!" Bethiv cried, lofting his sword high.
Korra nodded. "On it. Give me a few tanks and mages, and they won't break through."
Bethiv spared her a glance, then shook his head and muttered, "Tanks? Heroes sure are strange."
The terminology still confused me, but Soltair and Alex spoke that way, too. From what I'd gathered, it was wording from my previous world, though the exact connotation still evaded me. Fortunately, Bethiv seemed to understand and sent a dozen sixth-level soldiers to support her. Half of them wore mage robes, while the others were the most heavily armed knights and soldiers of the army.