As the symphony of death comes to a lull, Tanya pauses the advance to quickly reload.

Far in the distance, the sound of automatic fire is dying down as well, after a clear dominance of the smooth drumming of allied guns. "It sounds like we held the first wave."

Then the concert starts anew, further ahead. "And sounds like the second wave is coming; come on, the meeting point is just ahead, on that hill." A half mile ahead, and there is a building on top of it.