-the Private growls in pain and rage, his jaws snapping shut as the energy of the Black Sun fries his brain. His body goes limp, while he retains his death-grip on the Paladin's throat-
The Danse Macabre Codex-the Private slumps to the grouns once his jaws have been pried free, as limp and lifeless as a rag doll. His body rapidly turns grey, as do his clothes; a second later they disolve into ash which is quickly blown away on a gust of wind-
The Danse Macabre Codex-the Horse Lord does not immediately reply; instead he trots over to the ashes, eyes them with a contemptuous snort, and sets them on fire with a single gout of nostril flame-
We Try To Salvage This Mess, Of Course. Be Wary, Though; Knowing Fenrir And Loki, Killing His Avatar In Such A Way Will Not Impede Him For Long—and Now He Has Our Scent, As Well.
The Danse Macabre Codex-The elves immediately target everyone not either wearing SAS gear or inside the Blessing. Rose vines continue to spread along the ground-
Elf: Don't make this harder for yourselves. Killing us won't achieve anything. The Blessing will still be standing, and you'll be no closer to whatever goal you have. Also, it will cost you the woman.
-Right on cue, bolts of searing pain shoot through Rusalka's limbs, and her muscles freeze up, incapable of proper movement-
"One thing, though- apparently the eldest goat is the bastard child of Muhammad Ali and the Hulk." ~ Exelixi, on The Three Billy Goats Gruff.-Rusalka cries out in pain at the sensation; outside the cathedral, Sleipnir's ears go flat against his head and his eyes turn red-
You Have One Minute To Release Her Alf; After That, I Will Not Be Held Responsible For The Consequences Of These actions.
-an SS sniper watches these events from the roof of an adjacent building, waiting to pick off any troublemakers. Suddenly he gasps, and his body shudders as a voice fills his head-
Wolf-touched, eh, pup? That's good, it'll save me the time an effort of makin' a new puppet.
-the sniper opens his mouth in a silent scream as his body rends and distorts, rapidly becoming that of the Private. The wolfman grins and subtly brings his rifle to bear on Sleipnir-
The Danse Macabre CodexElf: I haven't got any control over the Resistance. Ask Fournier over there.
-Fournier glares at the elf, then Sleipnir-
Fournier: No, Ericson! The Resistance cannot be ordered around by you, or anyone allying themselves with the Nazi scum! We will not release her!
-Ericson the Elf rolls his eyes-
Ericson: Sure, Fournier, when it's not your men on the line...
"One thing, though- apparently the eldest goat is the bastard child of Muhammad Ali and the Hulk." ~ Exelixi, on The Three Billy Goats Gruff.^^Who's Ziegmund talking about?
"One thing, though- apparently the eldest goat is the bastard child of Muhammad Ali and the Hulk." ~ Exelixi, on The Three Billy Goats Gruff.-the Sirus-possessed soldier turns and looks around at the stand-off-
This is my birthday, scum. You will not ruin it for me. Stop or I will take harsh action. Eye, bring in more troops.
-the eye gaze straightens and shimmers-
Yes, Sirus.
-ten figures appear out of the earth, tangled masses of moss and plant life. Single eyes on each creature. They begin to bring up mossy arms, with large sharp objects jutting out of them-
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Ashe? Really? Sad Little Try-hard.He's sneering at the Elves and French. You Rebel Scum! and all that.
"He could not know it. For it was not all a joke."-Ercison looks over at Sirus and the mossmen, then back at Ziegmund-
Ericson: We don't need your gods, Nazi pig. We have angels watching over us!
"One thing, though- apparently the eldest goat is the bastard child of Muhammad Ali and the Hulk." ~ Exelixi, on The Three Billy Goats Gruff.Do not ignore me, young one...
-vines spring out of the ground underneath the elf, smacking him in the face. The possessed soldier jumps up high in the air and lands in front of Ericson-
You have made a bad decision, elf...
-Sirus stands up straight, his voice sounding angry now-
Bring down the wrath of the red sun upon this resistance, Eye. I leave now.
-Sirus then turns around and dissolves into red liquid, purple, long grass grows where he once stood-
You heard Sirus. FOR THE RED SUN!
-the moss-men charge at the British and Resistance soldiers, claws outstretched-
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Ashe? Really? Sad Little Try-hard.-The elves open fire. Ericson and those closest to the mossmen undergo a strange transformation. Their skin hardens into bark, leaves appear over their body and their hands become wooden claws. Ericson lets out a roar and the elves set upon the Mossmen-
"One thing, though- apparently the eldest goat is the bastard child of Muhammad Ali and the Hulk." ~ Exelixi, on The Three Billy Goats Gruff.

-the Private's next words are slightly muffled, but the annoyed glare he shoots Ziegmund is easy enough to read-
Private: Oh head, al; ey'll row ack. Urs on't.
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