ITT: ''WE ARE THE SOVIET TECHNOCRATS VS NAZI OCCULT EMPIRE''

Yeah, I'm going to be a little slow in replying.

"Excellent."

-The remains of the ship dematerialize; in its place is a figure clad in an all-concealing suit of plate, shrouded in a clingy mist-

The Captain: You will pay dearly for this, Rus.

-various inhuman shapes shift about in the mist-

-At the sound of the captain's voice, Koschei turns around, drawing his sword.-

-The sounds of guns cocking and blades being sharpened echoes out-

-Starts running towards the sounds-

-the aeroplane hybrid takes notice of what is happening-

-As does Sleipnir-

So, the Alves Are Not As Beaten As They Had Seemed. Let Us Rectify That.

edited 13th Jun '10 4:19:18 PM by SullenFrog

-One moment, the mist only surrounds the hollowed out mountain, the next, it races across the battlefield, unearthly sounds and shapes in evidence throughout it-

Mist. Really?

-tongues of flame flare from Sleipnir's nostrils, clearing the air in a small area around him-

- a trio of tanks are sent to investigate; the mist engulfs them, and then the sounds of tearing metal fill the air-

I See That The Alves Are No Longer Playing Around. Perhaps This Will Be An Interesting Fight After All.

=continues spewing flame, slowly pushing back some of the mist-

-points out towards the center of the mass-

Brigadier Aleksandr: FIRE MAIN CANNON!

-Running at the mist, readying for a giant swing-

-the aircraft fires a lime green laser toward the mist - the Political Officer tries to encourage some of the conscripts to fire carefully into the smoke-

-Sleipnir peers into the mist, trying to identify the assailants-

What Could The Alves Be Up To...?

-The mist wraps itself around Sleipnir's mighty hooves; a primal snarl reaches his ears as slick black arms and tendrils whip out to lash at his legs, trying to pull him down-

-Koschei starts slashing at the mist-

-Whinnying in alarm, Sleipnir struggles vainly to free himself from the black appendages-

What Madness is This?!

-resumes spewing fire from his nostrils, scorching a few and loosening their grip-

edited 14th Jun '10 11:50:09 AM by SullenFrog

-the aircraft continues firing its laser-

(Yoohoooo??? Captain?? I'm here to kick your ass, come ouuuut!!)

The Captain-distorted and faraway-sounding-: You desire a fight, Rus? Heheheheheeheheeheeheee...

-There is a shimmer of metal in the miasma, and a hundred guns all discharge at once; near Sleipnir, the gleam of very human-like teeth and hungry inhuman eyes are visible-

Koschei!! Behind you!!

-Koschei turns-

-hackles beginning to raise in fear-

you'll Not Lay Your Eldritch Hands On The Lord Of All Horses, Horrors!

-a final blast of flame knocks away one of the...things... restraining Sleipnir's frontmost legs, and the horse begins flail those diamond-hard hooves with vicious abandon, blazing away all the while-

- the main cannon of the Marx fires into the center of the mist; Agonized and unholy screaming fills the air; The Brigadier pumps his fist triumphantly- B.A.: It worked! -grabs loudspeaker receiver- FLANKER, FOLLOW UP ON THE IMPACT ZONE. THEY SHOULD BE VISIBLE NOW.

-Spots the things, and throws a blade at one.-