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

-Sleipnir's fire blasts and savage kicks have now freed its second pair of front legs; the horse's struggles become more energetic, more violent, making it harder for the creatures in the mist to hold onto him-

-The aircraft pours fire into the impact zone, as do the Political Officer and conscripts-

Hyah.

- A great thunder of marching boots rumbles across the blasted plains; Thousands of Soviet soldiers, from the lowly conscripts to the fearsome Steel Spetsnaz, tramp through slurry, gore, and slag towards the supernatural skirmish;immense tanks with missile racks and armor piercing cannons roll on, their drivers calibrating targeting systems;Suits of powered armor emblazoned with the hammer and sickle storm across the wreckage or shred through the smoke, thunderguns powering up; At the center of this martial storm is an open-backed APC, ridden by none other than Brigadier Aleksandr; he points a gloved hand at the eldritch miasma, loudspeaker active-

Brigadier Aleksandr: FOR THE MOTHERLAND, LET NOT ONE POINTY-EARRED BLOODSUCKER ESCAPE THIS FIELD ALIVE!

edited 16th Jun '10 7:54:22 AM by Colonial1.1

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Sarcasm Failure.)

What?

That was a CMOA, Colonial. I think that what Chabal was showing was that the guy couldn't come up with a good way to snark at it.

(Ayup.)

Shall the fight be rejoined?

(Yes please, I'm still cleaving at air here. GIVE ME VICTIMS!!!)

-the aircraft joins the assault, as do the Political Officer and conscripts-

"For the Motherland!"

-with a final kick, Sleipnir is free. He glances at the assembled Soviet war machine-

My my, This looks interesting...

-The cloud rushes forward, the creatures contained within snarling and laughing hungrily; the Red Army halts. They begin picking their targets-

-Sleipnir resumes its original size yet again, waiting patiently for the enemy to reveal itself-

-Half a kilometer away from their position, the cloud has stormed. Finally, the Brigadier roars out- FIRE AT WILL!

-And the Earth itself seems to tear asunder-

Medic (who always seems to find himself in these situations): Wow!!

-Koschei throws a sword experimentally into the mist-

Most Impressive. Had I Hands, I Would Applaud You, Sons Of The Rus.

-the lightning bolt stuck on Koschei's back vanishes-

edited 15th Jun '10 11:10:48 AM by SullenFrog

-the sword comes rocketing out of the mist, grazing Sleipnir and embedding itself to the hilt in a metal column behind.-

(Ersatz-Gungnir's gone? Ah well, more of a sword guy now.)

-the colossal horse snorts, more in anger than in pain. He regards the mist with a bloodred eye, the air around him crackling faintly with the scent of ozone-

What Are The Alves Waiting For?

edited 15th Jun '10 11:52:41 AM by SullenFrog

-the aircraft hovers slightly closer to the front, still unsure as to what the mist can do-

- Screams fill the air, and are then cut off, most of the fae being totally destroyed in moments; the mist coalesces around the plate-armoured Captain-

-Koschei brings his sword up, holding his other arm up to block.-

(Too bad I didn't think to give him a shield.)

-taking a gamble, the aircraft fires its laser at the captain-

-tosses his mane-

It Would Appear That Your Compatriots Lack A Warrior's Vim, Alf. How Shameful it Must Be, To Die Ignonimously And In Such Large Numbers.

-the crackling intensifies-

edited 15th Jun '10 11:58:53 AM by SullenFrog

-Circles around the captain, looking for possible openings-

{{ Did I make them freakish enough?}}

-The Captain hisses as the laser connects with his chest plating; he raises a white glowing hand, and the gunship is frozen in place-