Finally, a wall fell, and a great cheer sprang up from the waves of warriors as they rushed to overwhelm the inner defenses. Damien knew the time had finally come. Pulling up the device on his arm, he opened a holographic window. He grinned. Pressing a few buttons, he had to slow his hands down. This was too exciting. 

At the site of the broken wall, where the casualties had been the heaviest, Damien's ork companion had placed the spell-jumper. As the necromancer weaved his magic on the small hill outside the city, the machines connected, creating a channel for energy and transposing the spell. The dead suddenly began to move. "Rise up, fallen warriors. Rise and obey." Damien's eyes glowed a soft white as the magic flowed. With his power amplified, he raised a small army of fearless, unstoppable, fresh, zombies, which began attacking and destroying from within. 

A giant image of a black devil with glowing red eyes appeared above the city, pointing outward. At first Damien gasped, confused. Many orks did the same and fell to their knees or simply cowered. The illusion wouldn't stop more than a few, but it did provide a brief delay in the battle. Damien glowered and scoffed as he recognized a mere parlor trick. "They're desperate." He mused, beginning to advance himself.