Having legged it to Anvala, Wazulu, his ship destroyed, had commandeered a small squad of defenders. Pinned in the West, he'd been pushed further and further to the North, only to find himself backed into more abominations. Running low on munitions, the group sticks to the small alleyways, and sets up a barricaded Burning Skies Saloon.
In desperation, the group turn to some 'interesting' tactics. Grabbing all the cutlery and Hellfire they could find, makeshift grenades are concocted out of old steam-bulbs, bits of brass fork stabbing into the demonic creatures. In fact, several houses quickly had their water pumps filled with the same Hellfire, and a simple increase of pressure would cause a large explosion in every wall.
Tricks didn't trump brute force, however, and the beasts plowed on slowed, but unaffected. Swatting the squad left and right the cracking of bones became a repetitive dance over rubble and blood. Backed into the crumbling remains of a three-storey building, Wazulu limped up the stairs, eventually collapsing. Looking at the sky, the air battle was going well. However, the land battle was at a turning point, where a mistake could lose all of their lives.
The last of his small group died under the foot of a beast, individual features stamped into the cobble tiles. Knowing his fate would soon follow, Wazulu pulled out his final trick.
He aimed his flare gun up high above his head, and shot off a single, burning shell into the darkening sky.
W: 'Hehe, I'd better go out with a bang....'
The abominations in the area turned to the Flare, and soon all movement directed towards it, the streets filled with the bulked figures. The same flare caught the eyes of the crew on the ships above, and those that were operational turned their guns to bear.
W: 'Should even us out a little down here, heh. Then again, a shame to lay waste to such a beautiful distr-'
The noise of blazing guns drowned out all sound- dust swirled around the ground, whipped up by the focus fire. Magazine after magazine was emptied, and a flak shell quickly tore through the wall Wazulu was resting on. It imploded just as an abominaton climbed up the stairs, and both of them were instantly eviscerated. After 2 minute's barrage the guns stood still. Everything in the radius of the flare had been utterly vaporised.
No evidence of any life remained in the district, except a small tavern that stood steady in the burning embers of the sunset.