(Night, these two'll be beating each other up in approved manly fashion until I return. And Healing Factors for both.)
-Brontes' armour whirrs-
[Activating Homing Teleporter]
-Brontes disappears in a flash of light-
You land on my island. You attack my men. You try to kill me. You shoot Brontes. My patience wears thin, Mason.
-shoots McCullen twice with the rifle-
Night all.
"One thing, though- apparently the eldest goat is the bastard child of Muhammad Ali and the Hulk." ~ Exelixi, on The Three Billy Goats Gruff.This is no good. With all these nanites assisting them, the damn bastards'll just keep getting up after we kill them. Argh!
-clutches his arm and hisses; the comms. specialist runs over-
Coms.: Sir, are you alright? I—
Shut up and give me all your pulse grenades.
Comms.: What? Sir, what do you—
Grenades! Now!
Comms.: -eyes widening in realization, hands over his grenades and salutes- It's been an honour, sir.
-grins- Heh.
edited 7th Jul '10 2:12:47 PM by SullenFrog
The Danse Macabre CodexGRRAAWHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAAAA!!! Coming out to avenge a PET?! Behold, the Lord of the Black Magic!
- a torrent of lightning smites the fortress top with a brilliant flash; an immense shadow now rises to its feet, armoured and with purple vestments, a wolfen helm upon its head; a blade of an curved and alien design is held in it's right gauntlet-
edited 7th Jul '10 2:15:58 PM by Colonial1.1
"He could not know it. For it was not all a joke."(What, nobody noticed the hundred-foot-high colossus of watery Doom? Alright then...)
-stabs trident into the ground, creating a small earthquake-
Know this, enemies of Rome... I will leave nothing of you in my wake!
^ What's this? A foe worthy of my majesty?
edited 7th Jul '10 2:14:56 PM by GabrielGloom
Comms.: Sir, the nanites are down! Looks like your plan won't need to be implemented after...
-the communications specialist turns around to discover McCullen on the ground, a smug grin on his face-
...all. Sir, can you hear me? Help has arrived! Sir? Sir!
The Danse Macabre Codex-the distinctive ratcheting whirl of helicopter blades can be heard drawing closer from the west. The communications specialist grieves over sergeant McCullen's lifeless body as a voice as cold as ice crackles over the airwaves-
???: Looks like you and yours are in a bit of hot water, Admiral.
edited 7th Jul '10 2:55:49 PM by SullenFrog
The Danse Macabre Codex-the helicopter draws closer. Its design is reminiscent of a Sikorsky CH-124 Sea King
, albeit sleeker and painted mat black. two thick blue stripes bracketing a navy maple leaf have been stencilled onto its fusillage-
???: Prime Minister sends his regards, Suther. Expresses his concern that you aren't getting the job done fast enough.
The Danse Macabre Codex-the trident fires blue lighting in retaliation, and the bolts meet in the air-
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My power... EXCEEDS YOURS!
Dammit, gotta go watch a movie now. Be back later!
EDIT:Just pretend the song is called Neptune's Wrath and all will be well.
edited 7th Jul '10 3:45:14 PM by GabrielGloom
-the helicopter lands on the deck of the Oberon, and immediately four men clad in jet-black fatigues and body armour sprint across the deck to stand beside the Admiral. Their faces are hidden by nonreflective visors, and when they speak, it is in a tinny, humourless whisper-
???: Quite a show these freaks are putting on, wouldn't you say? Hear the Nazis got hit with something similar...Doesn't matter, I suppose. Those your boys trapped on that miserable rock?
edited 7th Jul '10 3:57:24 PM by SullenFrog
The Danse Macabre Codex-The serpent tongues the air with an electrical flash of blue, then strikes like lightning, scattering the Romans, sending the first row flying, burned to crisps; The Wolfen Lord chuckles; the Oberon is suddenly transported onto the Rock, landing with a massive CLANG-
edited 7th Jul '10 4:43:00 PM by Colonial1.1
"He could not know it. For it was not all a joke."-the four men are unperturbed by the rough landing; then spokesman even nods in approval-
???: Good. This saves us a bit of time. Hold the ship and protect it from attack; we'll have your men back within the hour.
The Danse Macabre Codex-He of the Night raises his blade skyward, the black clouds swirling about it, growing blacker still with his brand of lightning-
{I hold dominion over the dead, Lord of the Deep. Can you say the same?}
-Gaueko brings his sword to point at the flaming mess that is the Allied spearhead, the remaining ships having passed on to safer waters; a storm of black, red, and white lightning blasts out from the tip over the wrecked or sinking ships; to the Wolf's surprise, after the lightning covers the debris field; golden light springs up in square and triangle patterns, thousands of tiny masonic compasses working-
{Hmmmmm... It seems these mortals from across the sea have their own, very strong brand of magic. I would let it take it's course...}
-the field moves toward the shore of the Rock, shifting closer together with uncanny speed-
"He could not know it. For it was not all a joke."All those who perish in my waters are mine to command.
-the wrecked and sunken allied ships rise to the surface, glowing with an eerie white light, their former crews still manning the ships as ghosts. The undead fleet advances upon the allid ships still crewed by the living-
And goodnight.

-out of the water a titanic figure wielding a trident emerges, surrounded by more leviathans-
Now, feel the wrath of Posei-uh, I mean, Neptune!
edited 7th Jul '10 2:06:53 PM by GabrielGloom