Tyrant watched on, a smirk on his face as he watched all hell break loose ahead, and Viking fly on over, taking out another nest of British soldiers.
"Whatever is there is either sunk or going to be bombed anyway, I'll call some rounds later for that purpose. then we can hunker it down." Tyrant added, giving some heavy fire on the gate of the harbor, as he moved forward, aware that it was a very open and exposed area. Moving through, the titanium and steel modern-day Gothic Knight of Aryan blood perhaps bringing the cutting edge, the most advanced piece of tech along with his colleague to the front line. This, was warfare's edge, that could trigger a new era, a new age, a new way of thinking. Tyrant thought of what he was before. A Major, a high-ranking Waffen-SS officer, and he held good regard. He did things that others could not, and it was why he was here. Doing this, in charge of this group. He was now a ironclad impersonation of death himself, Death's Head incarnate in seven feet of protective stuff with a 40 millimeter weapon. And Viking was no different- he could fly, to an extent. He was faster, harder to target, and still had some bullet protection from rifles and Stens. He was everywhere inbetween the blink of an eye sometimes, and Tyrant knew that it was this, not companies, that won fights. 
"If you want a shooting position, you've always got my back to jump on my friend. Shouldn't be too hard if you want some mobile cover across this place- we'll sweep that warehouse then clean the last of them out on the harbor by that bombed ship. Then the Panzers can come and help us secure the position- we've cleared all the AT guns, there could be a few left on the rooftops of this place, as well as a few Bofors. Have a look for yourself."
Moving past the gate, he quickly moved through towards a warehouse, completely obliterating the front as he saw British troops fire, a PIAT whizzing past him as he impacted almost a few meters from Tyrant's suit, sending a hell of a noise off inside. He was knocked off his stance forwards, but recovered and laced the area with fire, arcing his HEDP rounds onto the balconies and inside, as he kept moving, the armored and wide feet coming down loud as he hustled forwards.