Bells tolled as the Holy Church of Humanity's Templars broke through the first of the Dragonnewt ranks. "Come on, men! SEND THESE HEATHENOUS CREATURES BACK TO..."
The Head of Templars was cut off by the roar of something racing toward them from the North. On the cobblestone pathway, there was a red and gray 1950s GMC Semi, and its 453 T Detroit Diesel turbocharged engine was singing for the heavens to hear. The Busch Hunter grabbed gear after gear, racing toward the Templars' cavalry as he pushed that Detroit Diesel to its upper limits. The Templars' cavalry snapped the reins of the steeds, trying to get out of the way. That's when the low rumble of aircraft overhead interrupted their regrouping effort. Dragonnewts and Templars looked up to find Chiefess Inferna and the Ghost of Ottawa, wearing the BMPA-82. With the wave of the Chiefess's hand, the Ghost dove on the Templars, grabbing the Head Templar, then plowing him into the ground. As the Ghost stood up, he lit his propellers ablaze. As he marched toward the Templars, they were frozen with overwhelming fear. "W-What... is that thing?" Stuttered a Templar. Others screamed he was a primordial demon, while others scrambled to get away from him.
Meanwhile, Task Force Illiniwek opened fire with the belt-fed fifty-caliber machinegun they'd set up just inside the gates of the village. Once the signal was given, the team opened the gates and began mowing down Templars. Major Mcginnis held down the trigger while the rest of the team held the doors open for retreating Dragonnewts. Realizing they were outmatched, the Templars bolted for the shore. However, their efforts were rewarded with the thunderous cracks of the USS Illinois's sixteen-inch guns reducing their ships to splinters and raging fires. However, one of their ships had escaped the initial barrage as it was already sailing. Aboard the USS Illinois, her captain, Nolan of the US Navy, shouted out orders. "ALL HANDS! PREPARE TO RAM THAT SHIP! ALL AHEAD FULL!" The crew resounded the command as USS Illinois plowed through the wooden ship at full speed. It promptly sank, an overwhelming display of the difference between this world and Greater Ottawans.
With their ships destroyed, the Templars either fled on foot or escaped on horseback. The Greater Ottawans and the Dragonnewts cheered. However, the Busch Hunter yelled out to the allied force. "INCOMING! UNKNOWN ALLEGIANCE!" The Ghost and the Chiefess hopped on the GMC Semi as it passed by them, heading to the next wave. However, as they got closer, Chiefess Inferna ordered the truck to stop. The Busch Hunter locked up the brakes, stopping the Semi just short of the bewildered soldiers. As the Chiefess hopped off the truck, it became clear from the soldiers' height that they weren't from the Church. Instead, they were Dwarven mercenaries. "My name is Clem Goldbeard! We are here to assist the Dragonnewts of Igneous! State your intentions, or be cut down!" Yelled out the Dwarf. However, just after the Chiefess made herself known, the Ghost of Ottawa appeared behind her. The Dwarves felt chills go down their spines as they stood there, gazes locked on his armor. "I am the Ghost of Ottawa, here on behalf of the Mastocratic Greater Ottawa to aid the Dragonnewts in the defense of their homeland... and you, Clem Goldbeard of the Dwarven Mercenaries, are late to the party.