<em>The sounds of ragged battles in the streets above thunder, the slaves of the corpse emperor, for all their ignorance. Prove worthy fodder against the greenskin tide. But as the explosion rings out, One of the worshipers within the shrine unfolds a holographic display. With the others gathering around crowding the pungent scent of decay as they grew near. It's not an exact readout, but as the slides click into place the work thrall's cogitator analyzes as best it can and provides images.<br/>"That would be the guns in the square, with the generator lost we have maybe a few hours before we have to make a move."<br/>"I'd rather it be before then" says the leader of the group of cultists. he points to a few places on the map. "we hit them here, and here. Surge out of the sewer from multiple exits at once. Some will die by khorne's glory, the others will live to slaughter another day" one of the cultists begins to speak only for the leader in his red mask to backhand him hard enough to snap his frail neck "my will is khorne's will, and if we are to slaughter then we must first escape being slaughtered ourselves."<br/>through the bravado to the other group, it's apparent that he's trying not to get killed, and most likely plans on using his cultists as fodder to draw off the orcs. He plans to move at nightfall to help his chances.<br/>Night is approaching</em>