Behind most of the demonic forces in the assault at hell on earth stood what most would have thought to be a metal statue. This was obviously not the case. The metal figure scanned the diminishing demonic forces with a scowl, cursing the greaters at their foolishness. They were to far spread out and easily picked off. At the rate they were dying off the shield that was preventing the mortar fire from shedding the other demons apart would be gone soon. With a shake of his head he started walking into the fray. After all, if it was going to get done right he'd have to do it himself...