[Suzerain of Sheol]

Shealtiel considers for a moment, or appears to. He may be lost in his preparations. Looking up eventually, he says, "Just the two of us? It depends. If we're lucky, the Emim will move right into the city -- walls won't slow them at all. Of course, that will be unlucky for the people you just trapped in there, but that's the way these things go. I can handle many, many Dybbuk, but I'll fail eventually. And you'll have to keep them off me. Strike at the flanks with your laser; I'll deal with the biggest clusters myself. And if things go bad, try to clear a way for us. There's a bigger meal awaiting them on the other side of that gates."

He furrows his brow, then adds after a few seconds, "That's assuming the Rephaim doesn't come at us itself. Oh, and if they seem to be getting past you, consider setting the gates on fire; that'll likely hold them longer than the gates themselves."