AnonyNoob

Destroy the Godmodder! (v2.0)

The Russian took a moment of self-congratulation as his target was struck, finding a mere instant later that he was within alarming proximity of the many strangers whom were fighting said enemy. Armoring system adapting once more as the plating retracted only slightly, allowing him moderate mobility again while still granting a good amount of coverage. Glancing over each being in turn, before his gaze settled on the speaking one, Eubeal. Listening intently before taking his own moment to speak up, seeming fluent in English though his accent was thick.

"I am called Impul'Som Tyazhest'. Most find it simpler to call me Som."

The man took another long swig from his bottle, emptying it this time before smashing it on the ground. Looking briefly over the crowds, before letting his gaze settle on one of the arenas' gates, awaiting their foes with rifle in hand.

Destroy the Godmodder! (v2.0)

The Russian cursed under his breath as the tree had gotten in the way of his target. "Trickery of the target, no doubt...That should have hit dead center."

A twist of a dial here, a flick of a switch there, and the settings upon his rifle had been adjusted, the ammunition shifting accordingly. As the man set his rifle, he had dropped from a crouch onto one knee, his armoring systems shifting to accommodate as well. The plating of said armor had dug slightly into the ground to root his position, also proceeding to cover more of his form to make up for the lost mobility, raising his rifle once more.

"Block this, vrag."

This time aiming for the GM's skull, a panel on the rifle gave him a lock notice as the man pulled his trigger once more. The shot which exploded out of Svetlana's barrel this time was formed of depleted uranium, a type of shot well-known for being used as a tank-buster. Alongside this it had been enhanced to be seeker-like and, while it certainly wasn't perfect, it would make the shot that much more likely to find its mark.

Destroy the Godmodder! (v2.0)

Speak of the (Russian) Devil, and he shall appear, Mikellh :P It's good to be back.

Fair warning to all: I feel like playing both sides this time, so watch your backs if I get drunk!

Destroy the Godmodder! (v2.0)

In the distance, mountains had spoken of a coming storm, and with it the source of the oncoming blizzard: Impul'Som Tyazhest' had returned once more, future technology, near-infinitive supply of vodka, and all!

"...The previous has vanished...But the creature is like a phoenix. A new one has appeared!?"

The Russian had been crouched upon one of the many peaks, armoring systems at scouting phase: He was granted great sight, but the actual defensive mechanisms were at bare minimal function. Using this, he was observing the many attacks being made upon that beast he had helped hunt before. The man had smiled, vodka bottle raising to his lips as he took a moments contemplation.

"...I usually try to destroy this beast...Perhaps this time I should assist it..."

The man raised Svetlana, peering through the mighty sniper rifles' scope. The combined lensing from the rifle and scouting system gave him a more than clear view of his targets. He paused in indecision, before finally settling the rifle upon his typical target, the Godmodder's chest.

"A useful ally...But a more entertaining hunt. Into the depths we go again!"

With this declaration, the trigger upon his rifle was pulled, and its payload was unleashed: His shot had no intent of lethality though, but instead was a preliminary safety measure, having a tracker within it.

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Izaak? :<

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(So...)

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Impul'Som and his Rifle have returned to the fray.

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"...So. We meet again, Comrades. And against a foe so familiar?"

A voice rang out, accent thick...And with it came the storm. The mightiest of snowstorms. Impul'Som Tyazhest' had returned, recognizing an old foe having done the same, and a comrade alike having appeared. The man was all business this time though, his dear Sniper rifle Svetlana already in hand, and armoring systems already at mobilitiy phase. He was currently at a good distance from The Godmodder though, at a hillside roughly 3/4 a mile off. The Russian had stood tall, though his ever-present vodka bottle was within his other hand. He took but a moments swig, before dropping to his belly.

"...You escaped before, vrag, but you will not escape again. For the Great Motherland...!"

With his outcry, the man cocked his rifle. The weapon clearly was not of this time though; Many a dial and lever was upon it, and just under the scope a small panel. A few adjustments of each and the intended bullet was modded to shotgun out on first impact, and have each shard explode on second. The man took aim to the godmodders chest...And pulled his trigger.

(So I'm not sure if my account got deleted or what, but I had to make this one...Rawk and Izaak will recognize me, alongside a few others.)