Disposition of combatants

The winds of war blow foul today. The explosions of the dog bombardment grow louder and nearer; the crowbot squadrons thunder overhead more frequently. The cat population has scattered. And the two massive warring forces appear to be converging upon my position.

I am sharpened, steeled, and girded. My survey of the situation is as complete as I can make it under these chaotic circumstances. I have mapped out the battle lines and fortifications as accurately as possible — if nothing else, war historians may one day wish to consult this schema:

Now I am heading out, ready to stand my vigil and defend my fortress at all costs. Once more unto the breach.