The Imperials seem to be preparing to stand off and try and clear the way before attacking again.
"You can't possibly hope to win!" Coll shouts up the pyramidal structure. His once crisp uniform is damp from the light rain and spattered with mud and blood. "Your people, your world, your city, they're all doomed! The might of the Imperial Army will see to it!"
"Coward!" says Drakkon back, simply.