I've made my escape.
Our Lady of Fire is a nigh-indomitable force in the face of combat; she enveloped the building which served as my inner sanctum just as the Camper breached my dwelling, and I contorted myself to beyond-slender proportions as I slid through the newly forming cracks in the wall, and I am again on the run.
My proxy army are holding the line valiantly. They're all good men. I'll have to give them all promotions after the lights are out and the party's over.
My final order to them is to get the hell out as Empty City, CT burns to the ground while the Camper army are still within its borders.
I shall have to secure transport back to Europe.
The Black Forest calls to me.
I'll be home soon.