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

(Looks good, yeah)

-Lunges while the captain is distracted, aiming for the legs-

Yeah, you did good!

-the conscripts and Political Officer only take a little notice of the now frozen gunship-

I concur. Kudos, your elves were pretty creepy

-Sleipnir rears up yet again (he seems to enjoy doing that) and bellows, his nostrils flaring in every sense of the term as he readies the mother of all fireblasts-

-The Captain snarls in frustration, the runic claymore materializing in his other hand to bring Sleipnir to a halt-

The Captain-helmet twisting into a fanged demonic visage-: By Oberon, Iwillcrushthelifefromyou!

-Sleipnir's eyes dart about, the only part of his body not frozen in place. The fire is still building in his nostrils-

-muffled- F Thith Keepth Uh, A won Bu Thmullin Unnythin Uhhny Time Thoon.

edited 15th Jun '10 12:25:24 PM by SullenFrog

-Chops the captain's arm off while he's holding Sleipnir At Arm's Length, then tries to get in another blow-

-The helmet leers at the hellish horse toothily, the swordarm being pulled back for an impaling thrust-

The Captain: Horsemeatforthe Halve Queen!

^ ARAAAAAARRRRRRGHHH!!!! -releases the gunship to grab the sword with his other hand; slick black tendrils wriggle out from the wound-

edited 15th Jun '10 12:18:29 PM by Colonial1.1

-the flames continue to build; Sleipnir's equine sinuses are now clearly illuminated from within-

Whull, T Letht F A Go ahll Buh Taken Oo Wif Muh.

edited 15th Jun '10 12:20:04 PM by SullenFrog

-The hellish horse is released also.-

-freed from his paralysis, Sleipnir immediately looses the mother of all fireblasts right in the elf captain's face-

Wotan Bless Me, But that Was A Good One. I Owe You Know, Undying One.

-the gunship fires another laser at the captain-

-the metal plating shifts and warps like burning skin, the face melting entirely-

HORAAGLAGHGGGRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAWEEEEEEEAARRRRRRRRRRRAAHAHAHHAHAHHHAH! AHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAH!!!

-the tendril tips reform into guns of varying types and calibers; they click, and then fire-

-Takes another swing, trying to get the guns.-

edited 15th Jun '10 12:29:13 PM by Chabal2

Brigadier Aleksandr: DUCK AND COVER! - a squad of Hammerforce power suits lands ten meters behind Sleipnir-

edited 15th Jun '10 12:30:48 PM by Colonial1.1

-the aircraft lazily dodges; the Political Officer and his men are forced to take cover-

^^^^ (A little something like this?)

-being at point-blank range, Sleipnir takes the barrage full-on in the face. Some of the assault is deflected by its armour, but far too many bullets hit home.-

NYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!

-the divine horse falls to the ground, barely alive-

Sergeant Grozhny: Charge Thunderguns!

- the cannons attached to their left arms begin to spark and glow.-

-Sleipnir coughs weakly. Bloody flecks fly from his mouth-

It can't... end... like this...

-Suddenly one eye snaps open, glowing in a shade that could only be described as molten gold-

And It Will Not.

edited 15th Jun '10 12:41:18 PM by SullenFrog

Koschei!! Save the horse! One-eye will never let us be if his pet dies during our truce.

-Koschei puts himself between the captain and Sleipnir-

Your Concern Is...Noted, Black God...

-Sleipnir gets shakily to its feet its right eye closed and its left eye glowing like a miniature sun-

But Hardly Necessary.

edited 15th Jun '10 12:48:39 PM by SullenFrog

{{ Yeah, that works. It sounds distorted enough to come through melted flesh and metal.}}

-the burned tissue rips away, a frighteningly large set of human-like teeth and jaws revealed, champing away- HHHNN Nuhrehkkkhahahahahahchahahsch... Oahahah, Wotanwillseemlikeamercycomparedtowhat Iwilldotoyouall!

-the gun-arms twist around to fire at anything and everything in the vicinity-

edited 15th Jun '10 1:11:28 PM by Colonial1.1

-the gunship starts taking hits, but it continues firing back-

Oh? We shall see...

-Koschei attacks the captain again, cleaving a few of the gunbarrels off.-

-Sleipnir is hit badly several times, but remains standing. Geometric lines emanate from his glowing eye, spreading across his flesh and armour-

Who Are You To Claim To Know The Thoughts And Actions Of The All-Father, Alf? Such Knowledge Is Beyond Even Your Ken.

-the horse slowly begins to rise into the air, as if caught in the grasp of some invisible hand-

edited 15th Jun '10 1:06:19 PM by SullenFrog