None Are Privy To The All-Father's Thoughts But I. None May Anticipate His Actions Or Fathom His Motives But I. So It Has been, And So It Always Shall Be.
-Sleipnir thrashes and screams in mid-air as the glow intensifies-
The Danse Macabre Codex-Sleipnir suddenly goes limp, and drops back to the ground. He rises to his feet, proud and uninjured, and his coat seems almost...metallic-
As Ever, Black God, Your Estimates Fall Short Of The Mark. Yes, Frigg Shares the All-Father's Bed, But Not Even The Queen Of The Aesir Could Know My Thoughts.
-Sleipnir opens its mouth, and a beam of lightning shoots out to blast the elven abomination-
edited 15th Jun '10 1:19:24 PM by SullenFrog
The Danse Macabre CodexSleipnir Is Not Here, Black God. Not Mentally At Any Rate; His Soul Is In Asgard, Recuperating At My Side.
-"Sleipnir" stomps one hoof, and the entire battlefield shakes-
The Danse Macabre CodexYou Needn't Worry, Black God; I Have No Intention Of Violating Our Truce.
-another blast, accompanied by swarms of enormous crows, is launched at the elf captain; both the beam and the crows swerve to avoid hitting Koschei-
But Nor Shall I Sit Back And Watch My Faithful Steed Be Slain Before His Time! I Haved Assumed Temporary Control Of Sleipnir's Shell; Once His Body Has Time To Heal, I Will Relinquish It.
The Danse Macabre Codex^^ You certainly do like Harbinger, don't you?
HRRAAAAAAAAAAGHH!! You Aesirfilthareyoungerandweakerthanus Youwillrecognizethatgulf!!!
-The gunarms fuse into more massive cannons; the remaining arm twists and warps into the claymore-
edited 15th Jun '10 1:43:12 PM by Colonial1.1
"He could not know it. For it was not all a joke."You Certainly Have Spirit. Come, Alf; Let Us See If You Are A Match For The All-Father!
-Harbi—I mean, "Sleipnir"—charges forward, thunder crackling along its hooves. a bolt of lightning shoots towards the horse, arrests itself at the last second, then turns and launches itself along the ground into the elfen abomination-
Harbinger? Who, me? Nah.
edited 15th Jun '10 1:44:13 PM by SullenFrog
The Danse Macabre CodexThere Is No Point In Trying To Insult Them, Black God; Their arrogance Knows No Bounds.
-Sleipwotan knocks the elvish horror to the ground and brings its four front hooves down on it like a rain of sledgehammers-
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WAIT! -Sergeant Grozhny walks up with his squad of powersuits- Let the sons of Russia deliver the final message and killing blow.
-From eight angles, the powersuits surround the struggling abomination, thunderguns charging and crackling-
edited 15th Jun '10 2:09:06 PM by Colonial1.1
"He could not know it. For it was not all a joke."Hmmm...
-Sleipwotan mulls it over, then removes himself from the horror-
Very Well, Sons Of The Rus. I Shall Not Hinder You In Your Moment Of Triumph.
edited 15th Jun '10 2:10:04 PM by SullenFrog
The Danse Macabre Codex-Koschei stands up, eyeing the soldiers, then backs off and looks on with a Badass Arm-Fold.-
-The Sergeant stands over the Captain, Thundergun leveled at it's head-
Sergeant Grozhny: Listen up, you ugly son of a pigdog: This is our land. Our Russia. Our bodies. Our machines. Our soil. Our blood. And I don't care what freakish Tsar or Tsarina you serve, none of it is yours. Now eat my thunderbolt.
-All nine Hammerforce soldiers blast away at the monster until there is nothing but smoldering ash remaining-
edited 15th Jun '10 2:17:37 PM by Colonial1.1
"He could not know it. For it was not all a joke."

-Continues hitting the captain, aiming for its head.-