Editing Stranded in fantasy (section)

==Journal Entry 280==

They did indeed summon an army.  A devil army.  I don't know what deals were struck for this.  I don't want to know.  Our forces nearly panicked and ran but between the commander's words and the militia's bards throwing around inspiration and bravery, we managed to hold cohesion.  There were many strange forms and shapes out there and we could make out their leader, standing in front of the rabble with a flaming spear.  Mike said it was an Erinyes and went on to list all the others present.  Then they came for us.  The phalanx formed.  Avery and another cleric lit up like a holy beacon.  I noticed that none of the others did.  The barbarians came in from the back, using the devils as their shock troops.  Several of the phalanx formations were immediately destroyed while others pressed forward.  Our group did its best to harass the enemy.  I was picking up the weirdest mental traffic from them.  They were avoiding us, the Terrans.  An order of some kind?  When one of us would attack, they'd pull back and try to avoid or engage someone else.  Even trying to use this to our advantage, the battle was going bad.  Then the mortar started firing.  The enemy line was completely thrown in disarray.  Unfortunately, we only got 5 shots off before the mortar exploded, killing its fire team.  We certainly decimated the barbarian horde, but the devil army was a bit more difficult.  The commander finally ordered a retreat and everyone made a run for the city.  All of us mercs decided that we didn't want to get caught up in another siege and split off.  We've taken refuge inside our old crypt base.  Avery, the other cleric and paladin are going around trying to holy the place up some.  Maybe keep the infernals away over the night.