David heard his headset click, and every word of Darkcloud's transmission.<br/><br/>"Theta here. Holding ground. Bastards just keep coming."<br/><br/>His message had to be short and sweet. At the moment, he was pressed up against the door, providing cover for five hybrids, who rotated with another as they reloaded their weapons. The original plan worked well, until they began sprinting into the room and firing in any direction they could. That tactic alone made him think there were too many to handle with so much room for error. Luckily, this new method of engagement was a little easier to handle, as long as the warriors laying prone on the sides of and directly under his legs shot the invaders before his legs took too many hits. They seemed to be doing well enough to keep him standing. He only counted about five to ten hits per leg, and they weren't in any specific spot, so he could hold up for a while longer. Getting to this tactic was easy. He simply yelled for his team to hold their fire as he rushed backwards, crushing an enemy combatant with his armor and speed against the side of the door. Two enemy troops got through before he could close the gap, but were caught in a crossfire as a couple of hybrids on each side shot at an upward angle, careful not to cause friendly fire, but just low enough to damage them and render the enemy useless.<br/><br/>"On me!" He had called. The five closest got into position, firing in controlled pairs with great accuracy, until they needed to reload. At that point, whoever needed to reload yelled "Ammo!", and jumped or rolled back, allowing for someone else to quickly take their place and begin firing again. Those that weren't firing were reloading and covering the rear flank, in case any would happen to escape from the other two teams. Everything was going smoothly.<br/><br/>"Team! Status report!"<br/><br/>"Three mags left!" Yelled one hybrid, covering the rear for the moment. Everyone else had two to four magazines left, and the bastards just kept pouring through, running over the bodies of their comrades in a feeble attempt to reach the seemingly impenetrable shield. They only met the same fate as the bodies they scrambled past.<br/><br/>Time to update Darkcloud. "Alpha, this is Theta. We are currently low on ammunition and they just keep pouring in. Please advise."<br/><br/>The only reasonable thing he could think of was having a runner retrieve ammunition from the armory, but he would wait for Darkcloud to respond. Maybe she had a better idea. All he knew was that they needed a plan soon, or it was going to be a rough night.