The Atrium courtyard is filling with the corpses of Jetstone infantry, some are still running to avoid the acidic battlecrap, which is swerving to hit targets. Duke Lacrosse is in the background, yelling to Duke Antium for orders, who yells back to wait for orders from the tower. Antium is missing his right arm and part of his cape due to acid damage, he's looking around assessing the situation.
Captain Price: Evacuate the Atrium?
Adam Antium: Not until we have orders!
Stand firm! Croak any fallen riders!