(I do want to end this scenario quite quick- so my next post is probably going to be a transition.)
(Nebelwerfer- because it werfs Nebels. They call it a smokescreen launcher..you'll see.)
(Also, could Viking free-run? Sorry, just this realization that Titanfall ALSO ripped off Viking, because you know, thruster pack, parkour, etc.)

Tyrant moved in, heavy and hard in his footsteps, as he kept up the fire. Bullets ricocheted, as he took out a whole group on a balcony inside a warehouse, the crates of disassembled rifles and even an artillery piece non-functional. The place came apart, as he moved through, sweeping quick and fast, slugging out 40mm rounds wherever he saw fit. A whole fireteam was torn apart in a couple of rounds, Tyrant going static as the seven foot beast churned out fire, before moving up and switching to the two automatic Luger C96 pistols on his gauntlets, just to take out a pair of enemies in a confined space. One even tried to bayonet charge Tyrant, as the beast in the black armor saw the few rounds hit him, but do nothing, the caliber not enough to stop an adrenaline pumped soldier emerging from a container. He knew he wouldn't get knocked over, so he wanted to kick back- and that was what he did. A sharp kick from his steel boot sent the man down, as Tyrant executed him, before taking his 40mm weapon again. Moving back out, he kept sweeping the warehouse, quickly coming at the other end.
"Yeah, looks good. Jump down if you want. We're almost done here. Jump down, stick on the ground for the moment or be an easy target." Tyrant said, as he moved through the warehouse's far door, towards where he saw British soldiers running, and JU-87 G2 planes coming in, strafing the ground in the harbor, as Tyrant helped the pilots take out the runners, who were moving to cover behind a wreckage of a Churchill tank. They were quickly torn to bits, as Tyrant moved up, looking to the ships in the further end of the harbor, as he took up a defensive position by the 
"Okay...Victoria, you receiving?"
"Got you loud and clear, Tyrant."
"We're in position to co-ordinate your fire- what exactly have you got?" Tyrant asked, as he took out another fireteam behind a set of sandbags, their Bren gun ricocheting pointlessly off Tyrant's armor, as he hardly felt it inside the steel suit of armor as it cut out midway in it's long bursts, the gunner sent to the floor by a large 40mm round going off feet from him.
"Artillery, Rockets or Stuka runs are all yours. Just give me the call."Victoria replied, as he kept an eye out, the former being 75mm worth of several barrages, the middle being Nebelwefer rounds, and the latter being the obvious solution.
"Start up with the first two, then bring the Stuka pilots in to finish any survivors. We have almost defeated them wholly here- what do we do from here?"
"Just hold out, you'll be spearheading the rest of the town, but you're to sit tight and await reinforcements so that we can reinforce our position. We cannot strech our lines too thin, or you'll end up in a bad part of town where even your life expectancy Tyrant, wouldn't be that high. Got the co-ordinates?" Tyrant heard, as he looked over to Victor, before back at the ships in front on the far side.
"They should be sent."
"Got them. Wait for the fireworks." Tyrant heard, as he looked over to Viking, before looking back. Firing down range, he sent a barrage of rounds down the harbor, taking out a few runners that were moving towards the other side, and out of the docks, the sporadic 40mm rounds detonating around many and causing dust and dirt to be kicked up, the desert city's harbor now a ruin almost.

What sounded like hell rained down, as the Nebelwerfers hit first, the rockets demolishing one ship, as suddenly, the immobile destroyer's ammunition holds went up, followed by about half the dock, which crumbled apart into the sea. They lit up another warehouse, the explosion immense from the barrage and the ammunition it hit, as even Tyrant was half-knocked aback, as he watched the 75mm fire rip through another ship on the end of the dock, and almost completely destroy whatever was left here.
"Holy fuck...that was some serious fire!" Tyrant said, indicating to Viking to follow up, with the giant himself.
"Let's go finish whatever is running now, there can't be anything!" Tyrant added, as he moved up, past the destroyed Churchill, and towards where the dock had been bombed, and all munitions had truly hit.