[@Nightknight]
It appeared the fools had not learned their lesson just let. Imperiously, Viral stared out over the small army of tanks and soldiers that made their charge towards the city limits. He had no time to deal with fools who would throw their lives away for their goal. He grinned, as the mech took on a stance. His voice rang out, magnified, to meet the army as they entered into cannon range. "To those of you who value their lives over their loyalties, all who join me will be allowed to live. Join the Beastman Empire, and know that when the age of man eclipses, you will be on the winning team. Or cling to your failing armies, and die with the rest." He took a moment to see whether his speech had any impact, before a number of tank shells slammed into his suit's armour. They could barely scratch the paint individually, but if a large mass of them hit him at once, that might cause damage. And repairs were hard to get by in this place. Looked like he'd have to end this quickly. Perhaps these fools would form an example for the many fools to come.

Crackling energy gathered in a bright red orb, hovering within the crescent blade on Enki's helmet. Bright red light illuminated his surroundings, as any energy measurement devices would explode with the sudden spike. An immensely powerful concentration of energy had formed there, the preparation for his most powerful attack "This is you final warning. All who fail to turn will be vaporised along with your feeble war machines." In but a moment the laser would be charged, and he would wipe out the entire armoured brigade in a single devastating blow. All would turn to dust before the might of his Gunman.

[@Gentlemanvaultboy]
Unfortunately for the two demons, their acts had not been noticed. And the rest of the Viral Army was glad to take care of the additional targets. As they sat atop this building, a portal opened near them, as a creature with the lower body of a snake and four arms spilled forth. Arcane energies flowed through the lower pair of hands, which were human in appearance. The top pair wielded a pair of scimitars, scales covering the hands and the fingers tipped with wicked claws. The yuan-ti hissed, as a crew of mercenary warriors in platemail wielding energy swords spilled from the portal's entrance, shouting an arabic-sounding battlecry as they moved into battle formation. One of them lifted up a longbow, firing an explosive arrow that barely missed it's mark, lighting up another roof as the others closed into melee.

The Yuan-Ti who had brought them here meanwhile hung back, ancient spells spilling from it's lips in a tongue dead to mortal races. It wove a song of binding, a powerful magic that called forth long tendrils from portals in the air to bind it's foes. They reached out, scaly limbs shooting forward and attempting to wrap around the pair of demons. Should they be bound, the mercenaries would make swift work of them.