Gervus replied with action rather than words. Gervus was hidden in the clouds. From the opposite hillside, Gervus's men roared at the ready. His undead had practiced this assault and the mindless risens behind them would simply half to follow behind them. The undead split into 2 groups, that at about 100 meters apart flipped the jeeps and started pushing them. The ogre did most of the pushing on his side. Now what in the hell could be the point of this? They know damn well you have armour piercing rounds, an they are just going straight at you from the south!

Their faith must be spectacular in those jeeps because, they just pulled of the mountaid guns, and up an at em!

There was something off about the tactic, so he simply pulled his men inside, then opened fire, though in truth, lying in wait were thousands of reinforcements ordered to follow his unit. He knew this was coming, and he knew Gervus had a large personal force somewhere out there. So when they showed up, the girth of the human military shall arise, and so shall the coming Dawn. He laughed as he saw undead and their jeeps being torn to scrap and meat giblets. He expected something to charge in between the split ranks also. So hydraulic angular jams were set up on the Southern Gate. It wouldn't hold long, but it'd reveal their plan and give Carnage ample time to react. He wasn't going to throw a fight out of the desire to show Gervus the bone necklace he wore, made of the shard of Knarl's skull.

What Gervus failed to realize was Carnage was a lunatic, but he was NO fool. He knew that everyone had a second agenda, and his own agenda, kill Gervus and add his large metal frame to his collection of abomination bones. Death will come twice.

Whilst the humans pelted into the undead, who hid behind their jeeps, the battle seemed pretty one sided. The humans had greater numbers, greater munitions, greater possitioning, and were inside a fort! Furthermore, at the rate things are moving, unless serious reinforcements came soon, Gervus's men would be reduced to ash just as they reached the front gate.

The push went on, unchanging with undead who dared return fire, being mowed down, and the rest who hid behind jeeps, counting their final moments, for nearly 5 minuts. Thats when Gervus struck. from the cover of clouds, he had flanked from south, to northeast. From everybodies blind spot, at wicked speeds, he did an arial ace tactic. [b]Gervus flew downwards, letting gravity pull his heavy metal bones to accelerate him faster yet, and he pulled up at the last moment. He had just broken the sound barrier when he rushed over the fort, releasing a stream of freezing breath as he passed. Any man caught in it would be frozen, likely to death, instantly by the -250 degree breath. Where men were not, machines would be frozen, floors would be made icy an slippery. Furthermore, giant ice crystals formed from condensced moisture in the air, nearly 2 ft across some of them, which fell upon the fortress like cannon balls.

As soon as Gervus was visible, the survivng undead ran from behind the jeeps and stormed forward knowing full well that any human who sticks his head or gun out to shoot would be frozen.

Carnage smiled as his plan came to fruition, a squad of men in hidiing, one of his best, used their jump jets to launch themselves at Gervus, all as strong as he himself was, aiming to make him reconsider the freezing tactic, especially since it would only kill a few, and they could easily fight on ice. Thirdly, the jump was so high and the men so strong that Gervus's momentum was at least halved by the raw force. one even made a good uppercut to his jawline, doubting it'd help, he really just wanted to punch the bastard. Gervus though that the men had a blind spot, but recent advancements produced a new Tactician, the Oracle, he seemed to see everything, though he looked blind. He had called Gervus out from his approach vector and given Carnage the tactical info necessary to react, it was rare he needed this tactician, but when he did. He did, and he would never deny that. At the denial of Gervus's airborne attack his men re-emerged from cover, and re-initiated their brutal assault, no doubt the men would be shaken off and killed. They knew that risk, but they shut down Gervus, and planted a tracker. This tracker further locked the Sword of Dawn on Gervus alone. The signal was now given and thousands of human soldiers poured from origins unknown, guns blazing. This was going to be a massacre, and under his helmet Carnage laughed. Gervus thought he was going to outwit one could find a way to crush an abominations skull? How naieve...and amusing.

Gervus unleashed the breath anyways, and flew through the men. Being made of titanium had resulted in blades upon the ends of his wings, and moving at his speed, with his mass, no armour could stop him from hurtling straight through the men. Albeit the upcut had thrown off his aim, sparing half the fort from Gervus's breath.

None the less, given simple numbers and the sudden increase in firepower and the undead forces before you were reduced to... Well they were dead again. What else needs to be said? And Gervus was literally just above the fort. The tracker was planted, and it would take less than a second of combined fire for the humans to rip him from the sky. So, Gervus did what any sensible undead would do. Under the the belief that somebody would bring him back sooner or later and praise his sacrifice, Gervus landed just beyond the fort, for one final showdown. A roaring stream of fire poured from his jaws from the eastern side of the fort.

Carnage smiled as his men all aimed at Gervus, and opened fire. The hailstorm was made of armor piercing and explosive rounds. It would only be moments before Gervus died a painful death. He was going to do whatever it took to make sure he didn't come back. He wanted to be sure that Gervus would not come back from this, so even after he would die from the hailstorm. They were going to continue firing, until there was nothing left for them to raise again. Carnage's final words to Gervus were outright insults. "Tell your Master's that I am coming Gervus! Tell them your worst nightmare marches to their door! AND THAT THEY'RE ROTTEN HIDES WILL MAKE A DAMNED GOOD COAT!!!" He roared before the gunfire drowned out his blood thirty roar.

Gervus in his final moments lets out an earth shattering roar, before focusing the last of his energy to his glowing purple core. By now his wings were usless and his titanium bones were wearing thin. He closed his jaws, unable to further sustain the firebreath, and ten, he self destructed. The blast was a special magic blast that killed anything within nearly 100 ft of Gervus and resurected thefallen fighters on side of the Undead army.

Now, the carnage that laid about carnage was risen. Humans, undead, and elf alike, now littered all about the fort and around it, rose to arms, focusing fully on carnage. They ignored his other men, and resultantly, dozens of boulders, bullets, fireballs, and lazercannons focused on Carnage just as they had Gervus moments prior. Given that every man in the fort focused their fire on the eastern end were Gervus was, it left a wide openig for undead that were previously slaughtered to the south to rampage up the hill on the fort, and any humans who had fallen in the fort were given a beautifull opening from behind.

The magic powering them, now without a master, would mean the final assault would last but maybe 2 minuts. But in those 2 minuts, Carnage was the goal.

So this was Gervus's LAST plan? Send every corpse he could at him? Good. Good. More kills to his name. His hands crushed many skulls and sent many bodies back to the grave, and his men, though caught off guard were able to survive and minimize their losses as they swiftly ended this brutal assault, though Carnage had plenty of wounds to show for it. Most to the pates in his armor, a few actually grazed him. The assault was disorganized and pathetic, the lasers and some such madness easily smashed or blocked by the massive strength of his soldiers. Gervus's assault did little other than put Carnage out of action for a while, he and his men needed repair and medical attention after such an assault. Though this time was going to cost the human race a small amount of lane, he would be ready to fight in a few days and would quickly regain any lost land.

So this was Gervus's LAST plan? Send every corpse he could at him? Good. Good. More kills to his name. His hands crushed many skulls and sent many bodies back to the grave, and his men, though caught off guard were able to survive and minimize their losses as they swiftly ended this brutal assault, though Carnage had plenty of wounds to show for it. Most to the pates in his armor, a few actually grazed him. The assault was disorganized and pathetic, the lasers and some such madness easily smashed or blocked by the massive strength of his soldiers. Gervus's assault did little other than put Carnage out of action for a while, he and his men needed repair and medical attention after such an assault. Though this time was going to cost the human race a small amount of lane, he would be ready to fight in a few days and would quickly regain any lost land.

(Double post)

Alexander was pacing about his "ivory tower" in NYC, when his messenger burst through the doors breathless. "CAPTAIN REDBLOOD!" The undead walker shouted frantically. Alexander hated the name. He hated being undead. He died an honorable death in his past life and wished somebody would have burnt his body. But now he was dealing with this nonsense. "CAPTAIN! GENERAL GERVUS HAS BEEN DEFEATED! OUR SCOUTS FROM THE WEST JUST CONFIRMED IT!"

Now this was interesting news. Gervus wasnt exactly close to Alexander. Frankly, Gervus had brought him back and Alexander hated him for it. His death meant one thing though. "The prodigy...." Alexander mumbled beneath his breath. He had waited years for the prodigy to return, and take his last breath from him. No other human stood a chance against him, hence why he conquered NYC so easily, despite the hundreds of super soldiers guarding it. "Prepare the defenses. He is comming for us next. I suspect a short, maybe 2-6 day recovery time, then they will be knocking on our doors. Get the feral scouts on full duty, and send in a request for more jets. Load docked destroyers with less oil, and more gunpowder. Reinforce the defense turrets, and burry landmines about the perimeter."

The messenger scribbled down notes and ran off to follow the orders. Alexader went to his balcony and sighed. "Prodigy... You best be all you are cut out to be... Or i might never die." He says as he leans on the guard rail. His glowing purple occuli hover over the captured city. The humans had grown fond of Alexander over the years. He was a good enough leader, he treate them well, and had even lowered unemployment by adding regular humans to the army, without turning them undead. His practices would likely land him in prison if a higher rank ever found out. But what could Alexander say or do? He considered himself human still. He still would fight and die for the human army if he were permitted. Sadly, his greyed skin prevented such sacrifice.

So, he stared against the horizon, waiting. He waited for the prodigy who had personally slain now 2 undead Generals. If he was lucky, they would give him the fight, and cremation he had earnt years ago, fighting alongside the prodigy to defeat the cruel General Gnarl. "Come for me prodigy. Ive been waiting." He holds his palm out, an a messenger hawk forms from his energy. The hawk flies out to find Carnage, and deliver the challenge.

Carnage stood tall in his recently captured fort, quickly back from his recovery, even quicker than normal due to his nanotechnology. He and his men stood firm in the tower, awaiting the order to press the offensive on New York. He looked out onto the horizon in a somber posture, knowing who awaited him, it was the one he failed to save. Alexander, now Captain Redblood. He would have to kill that who was once an ally, and that tore at his very core. Knowing that he could have been saved, seeing the recordings of the original fight with Gnarl. Every thought was of who Alexander may have become since his change. "Why does it always come down to this...DAMN IT!" Carnage slammed his arm cannon fist on the wall, sending shards of stone everywhere. It was clear, rage made him want to stay and let others handle this, but they all knew he was the only living human who could. The elves have all but died, and the Undead were just to mighty for any basic human to handle. The passing days would enlighten to both races, who is the better soldier. Though now he faced his men and looked at them, they all looked to him. They revered him. "Everyone..In the coming days we will march on New York, held by Captain Redblood, or as I knew him, Alexander. He knows our tactics and WILL BE READY. I'm requesting for artillery and additional air support for the assault, we also will have one other human battalion with us. Alexander is a fortress all his own. Call the Sword of Dawn down when he raises his shield. If we break that, I can defeat him. Though know this: If you run, I'll shoot you myself. We can win this! WE WILL WIN THIS! THIS LAND, THIS WAR, IS OURS!!" He raised his cannon arm and shouted, his men cheered in unison with his war cry. "One day...My bloodlust will be frowned upon once again. I will kill you Alexander...I have to." He said under the loud cheers of his soldiers. Death awaited one of them, and he was damn certain it wouldn't be him.

The messenger hawk, which flew above, landed on the edge of the fortress, behind Carnage, and sqwaked to get his attention. It waited for a responce and took flight again. As it flapped its wings, Alexander's voice echoed from the winds it had picked up. "Come for me prodigy. I am waiting, and bring fire." The message was simple and short, after which, the bird fell over and died. Its corpse pointed the way to the city, and even from several miles away, across the deadlands, the bright city lights could be seen, looming on the horizon.

Meanwhile, in NYC, Alexander's defenses were going swimmingly. Snipers were possitioned in rooftops, many human soldiers were offered nanosuits, and given the opportunity to fight alongside their own race, without fear of penalty from alexander. Along with that, the new jets were ready for takeoff, and practicing several sweeps, to obliterate an offensive line. Tanks rolled up and down the streets, powered by undead magic. Mobile AA machines stretched from "Times Square" to "Grand Central." There were a total of 4 destroyers and one battleship in the docks. Alexander's personal guard was increased by at least a dozen walkers, and 2 especially strong looking abominations, armed with shotguns, and chainsaws.

"What is the status on those mines? Were they dissabled to allow the human soldiers in our walls to rejoin their commander?" Alexander asked his trusted messenger. The messenger still did not understand Alexander's ways, but answered honestly.
"Yes sir. Everything you have requested has been done Captain Redblood." Alexander winced at the name. "Fetch me my shield and sword. I predict the humans shall arive by sunrise tomarow." He said. "Find any fresh food, and make sure the citizens are fed. As for our troops, tell them all to be on full alert tonight, in case of a sneak attack." There was a pause before Alexander looked to his messenger and asked his final question. "Is the cruise missile operational yet?"

"Yes Captain. But why do you wish to point it at the tower. Yes, you are guaranteed to kill anything inside, including the prodigy, but that also includes yourself and your entire guard!"

"Dont you see? Thats the point. I will do my duty as Captain, and win this cursed war. Then, i shall finaly have the burrial i deserve." As he finished his scentence, his messenger walked out, and his larger guards handed him his weapons. "When i give the signal..." Alexander says to one guard. "You launch that missile."

Carnage's spies slowly appeared before their general, saluting before giving their report on Alexander's defenses and Inner City set up. "Jets, Destroyers, AND tanks. Lieutenant!" A soldier, not as geared as Carnage, but just as intimidating stood next to him in moments. "Sir?" He inquired, readily awaiting orders. To which Carnage spoke: "Get us the Mechanized Divisions of 106 and 304, airborne I want the Seraph Squadron and the Hell Singers. I also want artillery on site, minesweepers too, bring out the whole fucking package. I will not risk ONE life to them. I want everything here. Also, have we made sure any Undead infiltrators have been dealt with?" He asked after his rant, to which the Lieutenant proudly replied: "Yessir. All spies dealt with. I believe with this we now have the edge needed to win against Redblood." Carnage nodded solemnly. "I hope so..."

Later that day, the forces requested were amassing outside the fort. The sheer numbers alone would send shivers down the spine of any foe. Carnage smiled under his heavy helm as he ordered another unit request. "I want submarines to torpedo the destroyers. Send them to the depths and we can begin the assault on the fort, though they need to be safe, no doubt Alexander has depth charges guarding the units to ensure I don't succeed, but he won't stop me, nothing can, or will." Carnage looked to the city, now ready to wage the necessary war to bring humanity back to power.

A radio signal broadcasted from NYC:

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"Attentions citizens of New York. This is captain Alexander Crommwell, whom many of you know as captain Redblood. I wish to make public the possibility of fighting amungst our peacefull city yet again. A human division, is settled in a captured fort not far from here. Any humans within the city, whom wish not to be associated with the battle may find refuge there. Women and children will be given escorts in Jeeps bearing white flags. Men whom wish to join their ranks anungst their own people, and attempt to retake New York, will be given free range to go, but will meet the fury of the Undead Army upon their return. Mortal food supplies and fresh water, and blankets are in the post office by the western wall. I advice you stop there along your way out, an dress warmly. The nights can get chilly.

It has been an honor serving as Mayor of New york, and I thank you each for permitting me such honor, despite the conditions of my mortality. After this battle, reguardless of weather I live or die, I will be leaving New York for good. My replacement "General Carnage" is dead, and instead a cruel leader known as "The Decimator" will take over. Humans, you will not find her to be as mercifull as I, and I advize you to leave the city. That is all, its been an honor serving with you. In pace requiste"

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After the broadcast, Alexander sat back in a chair, an waited for his scouts to confirm the battle has started. He pulled out his locket, and stroked the picture of his wife, whom had died alongside him fighting the undead. "My dear, Soon, i shall join you, or send the company of countless to entertain you until I may." Then, he loaded a special nanobot enfused bullet, into the 8th round of his clip on his sword gun. "Prodigy.., your equipment will serve you useless in our fight."

Carnage smiled as artillery concealed its presence behind hills, angling the shots to rend the Ivory Tower and bury anyone inside. He wasn't going in until a 3 day artillery bombardment buried that tower. Aiming to kill Redblood before the real fighting began. He knew Redblood was a CQC master, even though Carnage himself could crush him, his men were not as capable, as of yet. So snipers sat hidden in alcoves all around, all of his force hidden in cliffs and valleys, as after so long the world has begun to change, giving Carnage a big advantage as he set up a hidden perimeter. Though after this perimeter was set, his comm went online, it was one of the concealed snipers. "Sir, lots of disturbed ground, looks like a perimeter of landmines, and sir, I highly advise you play safe here. Something feels...Off." Carnage nodded, the sniper was a childhood friend of his, John Micheal, and he replied truthfully: "John I may lose here, and I may die, but if you need to kill me to win, do it, the Sword of Dawn WILL work on his shield. I know it will, so I'll draw him out, and I count on you to make the judgement on when to fire." John sighed, clearly dismayed at this command. "Thom...Please man, don't make me kill you too, your an inspiration, the only man who could take on Knarl, AND Gervus, and win. If we lose you...Dude we may lose the war." Carnage sighed, disheartened, but not wavering in his desire to save the human race. "John, I'll be fine." Those may be his final words, but Carnage knows that he can win, he will win, no matter the cost.

The artillery shells met an unexpected obstacle. The AA that Redblood had requested was a special shield. Only one artillery shell made it to the floor, before the machines were fire up, and the rest were destroyed by a clearish bubble lookig shield, composed of thousands and thousands of octangular panes of light and energy. These were intended to act as a barricade for jets to unknowingly crash into, but they served this purpose as well

"CAPTAIN! The artillery has successfully been nullified" a scout confirmed. "We lost a fire hydrant less than a block away though. We believe they were aiming for the tower sir. You should relocate, in case the shields fail for whatever reason." Alexander considered the advice, stood, and walked over to his balcony to think. There, he saw the trails of smoke leading skywards, and pointed at them.

"Those are the scource of their artillery strikes. Scramble the Jets on the destroyers, and have them fly around the city. I want a bombing raid on those plumes within 5 minuts. I also want a tank parked outside and ready for evac to the subway station before i reach the first floor." Alexander continued to think. "Whats the status on evacuating the remaining humans?"

"The humans were evacuated without error sir." His scout was dialing madly on the phone trying to get the orders out. Alexander slapt the iphone from his hands angrily, and told him to go get a secure line. Within the minut, the sound of Jet engines filled the sky, as 3 dozen F-160 bombers (imaginary bombers.) took off, each armed with enough explosives to level a small hill. 6 dozen fighter jets accompanied them to provide cover u tul the payloads reached their destinations. Alexander climbed unto the tank, with sword and shield, and drove down the streets yelling for humans who had stayed to take shelter in the subways.

Whilst driving, Alexander had an idea. He leant to a scout, and asked for them to find a medical weed clinic, and to order enough for all ground troops. THC, though normally a depressent, acts as a powerfull stimulant in undead, which would for short whiles turn them into near super soldiers. As he made the request, he recieved confirmation after confirmation from his snipers. They were pickig off any human who poked their heads above the hillsides, and doing a good job at it too.