[b]Ongoing World War II ~ Moscow: Grand Kremlin Palace[/b]

Before Seth could get to work, a small little light of some kind zipped at him from behind. Before he had a chance to question it the object attached itself to the Nobody's ear and suddenly he could hear Drake's voice. A communication device? Seth shrugged, deciding to roll with it and whispered back to Drake, "Last time I was on a mission with you you went nuts and nearly killed us. Need I go further?" his tone was dry, but the Nobody was clearly being playful and just teasing. The whole Shadow Nexus thing didn't bother him like it did everyone else. That much was clear.

Stuffing his hands in his pockets, Seth straightened his posture. If he was going to act as the distraction, than the first thing he needed to do was get spotted. That was surprisingly easier said than done, as it kinda felt like he was going against logic itself. Still, the Nobody put himself in line-of-sight of the first set of guards he spotted, even waving at them, "Hello, comrades! Where you looking for me?" unfortunately Seth never learned Russian, so he had to stick to English this time around. Not that it mattered, the two patrolling guards began shouting in Russian as their hands all reached for their guns: both were apparently armed with a Mauser C96. But if they thought their intruder was just gonna stand there and take the bullets, they were sadly mistaken.

Both men opened fire, but the Nobody was quick to duck into a Corridor. By the time they registered what he'd done, Seth emerged from a Corridor directly behind them, "Sorry, comrades, but I can't have you shooting at me." all of a sudden kicked up a small, isolated cloud of sand that forced its way down the barrels of the handguns, dirtying them up and jamming them so badly they may as well have been a couple of paper weights. Seth took off running at that point, purposely leaving the men themselves unscathed so they could give chase. This, combined with the gunfire, naturally got the attention of other patrolmen around the complex. Within moments they were each approaching the scene with various firearms drawn. But each time, they fell victim to the sand, it turning their weapons into useless hunks of iron. By this time, Drake should have easily found his opening to get inside. Of course, that still left the Nobody outside and staring down an increasing number of Red Army soldiers, now disarmed of their guns but still able and willing to fight.

"Right... army..." Seth muttered to himself, as if he'd just now remembered that the numbers were heavily against him. But if he let something that minor get to him, then he wouldn't have survived for as long as he had, "Okay then... guess this qualifies as a bad enough situation for this." he clutched both hands, feeling the energies of a magic spell take form in each one. The men were brandishing batons, while others pulled out trench knives, while a few guards from other positions were now arriving on the scene and taking aim with fresh guns. All too suddenly, Seth threw up his hands and released the spells he'd been charging, right as the men with the remaining guns took their shots. But no one died on that spot, instead the world just... stopped.

Stopped, that is, except for Seth. The Nobody looked up at the clock on the building, confirming that it had indeed stopped, as did the men who were trying to kill him. Well, maybe not stopped completely, but slowed down to a major degree. Seth had just used one of the strongest tools in his arsenal. He cast the Stopga and Haste spells simultaneously, leaving him in a brief state of space/time where he moved faster while everything else around him slowed to a crawl. It wouldn't last long, but it would be enough.

Seth zipped forward like a blur, stopping just short of a guard who had fired his gun. Seth noted the bullet seeming to almost be suspended in midair. He playfully flicked the bullet aside and then got to work. He turned the guard and pointed his gun at another, and forcibly made the guard's finger pull the trigger again so that another shot was fired. He repeated this process until all the gun-holding guards were effectively shooting each other dead. As for the guards he disarmed, Seth quickly went to work again. He went around, smacking them across the head so that his increased speed would be translated into a powerful blow. For some, he simply rammed into them, the men appearing to stop in midair. For others, Seth snatched their batons or other blunts and simply bashed them across the back of the head. And for one particularly lucky man, Seth decided it would be a fun to make the man literally punch his own lights out. He a noticed a canteen strapped to the man's belt and decided to help himself to a sip of its contents.

For good measure, Seth double checked the trajectories of all the bullets already fired. Seeing that some of them were flying toward what could a populated area or even just critters who were scurrying about at this moment of time, Seth decided to meticulously move the bullets off course until he was sure that each one would just hit the ground, a tree, or the wall. This would have to do, because the Nobody realized he was just about out of time. He zipped back to his original position just as time resumed, eager to see the results of his "work". It was definitely. All the Soviet men just suddenly went flying, knocked out by what, to them, had to seem like an invisible force. The guys with guns appearing to just shoot each other dead for seemingly no reason. And let's not forget about the lucky guy who knocked himself silly with a self-inflicted uppercut against his jaw.

Seth looked around at handywork, chuckling with amusement, but soon left so he could go find Drake and catch up.