Svyatogor moved through the night with a grace that was almost preternatural for a war machine of that size, dashing as swiftly as the current concerns for stealth allowed, its movements a replica of the motions performed by the man within. Lev couldn't feel the air on his face and all he could smell were the cramped confines of his control helmet, but he could definitely see through Svyatogor's "eyes", hear through its sensors and feel the machine's body almost as well as his own as it traversed the land to initiate the attack, sword gripped and ready. His pistol would just not do, not until the need for stealth was over anyway. Lev checked the situation, his own allies had taken positions and Anemoi was moving ahead, closing in on a lone patrolman.
Even if he didn't like the man he had to admit the execution had gone flawlessly, and now it was his turn. He approached from the patrol's blindside, picking up speed as he went. He could make them out already, Svyatogor's sensors sharper than an eagle's eye. One with a submachinegun and a small blade, another toting something else, a grenade launcher most likely. Well, that made picking a target a non-issue. Still, good as he knew he was, completely disabling two frames in two strokes before either of them managed to raise the alarm just wasn't going to happen, not without using his pistol anyway. Looked like he was gonna have to rely on his teammate for this one. "Anemoi this is Svyatogor, standby to engage on my go".
As he completed his high speed approach, Lev began taking in the details of the frames. There were always, in every Frame ever created, a number of spots where the blade would strike easier, places that allowed Lev to deliver a blow almost effortlessly, without having to cleave through armor plating at all. They were always there, it was just a matter of knowing where to look and how, a skill he had practiced long and hard, though perhaps unnecessary in this case. The Frame carrying a grenade launcher wasn't the worst he'd ever seen but it wasn't a high quality piece of work either, riddled with vulnerable spots, places where even a stray shell or piece of shrapnel could potentially cause catastrophic damage in the heat of battle.
Smiling to himself, Lev unsheathed Kladenets and the silver sword glinted in the moonlight. Only for a moment. "GO!", he roared into the comm just before he came upon the back of his prey, the one handling what was definitely a grenade launcher. Only handling it, for Lev was certain the weapon wouldn't come into play. Sword held in dexter, he finished his approach with an almost textbook lunging stab to a particularly vulnerable spot to his enemy's back, sword arm extended in a straight line from the shoulder so it formed a clean line with blade. The blade should slip through the gaps in the armor and pierce right through the enemy's "heart", destroying the cockpit and killing the pilot instantly without allowing the blade to punch through the machine's chest and become entangled, all of this in the blink of an eye.
As for the other guard, as he came into a stop from the thrust against his victim, he pulled the blade back and took advantage of the natural motion to twist his hips and deliver a powerful sweeping blow with his left hand, armed as it was with Kladenets' scabbard, aimed at the surviving Frame's head. It was a makeshift bludgeon, unlikely to do any real damage, but he knew any kind of momentaneous staggering would be enough for Anemoi to close in and finish the job the properly while reducing the risk of alarm.