Chaos descends like a hammer blow as the mercenaries turn against each other, close quarters all but necessitating the abandonment of their rifles as knives flash and sidearms bark in a deadly dance of blood and steel. The two vampires flanking the speaker break off and descend from the platform, running toward your party brandishing gleaming ritual knives.
"Damn it!" Lucca growls as she shoves one of the mercenaries aside roughly before he can stab his captain in the back with a wicked serrated blade. "Let's tear those assholes apart, Agad the Imperishable!"
Making your way to the front lines is surprisingly easy. The mercenaries are engaged in a ferocious battle, but they only seem interested in killing each other, allowing you to pass freely with little more than a bruise as long as you don't stand in their way. Once you've planted yourself firmly in the midst of the melee, you let loose a wordless roar, propelling waves of fear to bombard the mentally compromised mortals.
The resulting avalanche of panicked mercenaries nearly tramples you and several other Kindred, but within seconds the way is clear. When the shooting and screaming does not resume, you spare a second to glance at the mortals, and you're pleased to see them helping each other up. They're confused and irrationally terrified, but at least they're no longer trying to kill each other for the moment.
You hear Lucca cry out furiously to your right; she's engaged in battle with a man twice her size. To your left, two men—most likely Warlocks judging by their accouterments—advance menacingly on the mercenaries you've just freed.