Summing it up

You ponder for a moment the contact you felt when you attempted to pull your trumps through shadow. The contact felt Amberite, it felt familiar but simultaneously completely alien. Whatever, whomever it was, knew what the trumps were, knew who you were and now they're after you. You also know there was some magic involved in preventing you from taking the trumps, so magic is usable in this shadow. They won't likely be stopped by you and a few troops of questionable ability... but someone must defend the wounded.

The guard returns with several others, they're all armed with standard bolt-action rifles, pistols and a few grenades. The 'nuns' seem even better prepared, with large quantities of isopropyl alcohol, cooking oil, lamp oil, several large canisters of nitrous oxide and even a couple of gallons of diesel. There is also the entire kitchen of items to consider, as well as a barn full of hay and gardening/farming implements, fertilizer. Finally several of the patients are able to help.

As you consider your resources, you see some more cat men enter the dining hall, all of them armed with what appear to be hunting rifles. They approach you and one explains, "We will help defend... our farms are in danger too."

Your total support then is nearly twenty, able-bodied cat men with rifles and pistols. A dozen cat nuns with a few extra rifles, a shotgun, knives and lots of flammables. And another eight patients, in varying degrees of disablement. A motley bunch against the thousands you figure were marching this way.