"Open fire," Jamin spoke into the tiny, magic speaker in his collar.
With a horrific roar that sounded like an earthquake blended with lightning and an entire herd of auroch stampeding, the sky canoe on the ridge fired its pulse cannon, just one shot, but that was all it took. The entire eastern wall of Nineveh collapsed into the water. With a bloodthirsty shout, the lizard people streamed past him in a parade of explosions he was too numb to hear, past the bodies of Nineveh's now-deceased elite warriors who'd been easily picked off by Sata'anic weapons, an ignominious end for men accustomed to fight to the death.
Screams filled the air, along with the stench of lightning and burned flesh as the ordinary foot-soldiers moved forward under the command of Sergeant Dahaka, shooting any man w
