Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-25175520-20150307231018/@comment-24306135-20150417024729

(A crackling is heard, and the roof above Arxus collapses)

"raaaaaaaAAAAAGGGHHHHH!"

-THUD-

A figure descends amid the collapsing roof almost in slow motion, with his hands wrapped firmly around a rusted-looking red rifle. The barrel of this rifle is buried in the sternum of a Fallen Captain, its grey cloak denoting it as a member of the House of Storms.

"RAAATTTCHCHCHCHCH--"

-SHRIK-

With an enraged clicking of its mandibles, the Captain swipes ferally at its executor. With a sudden twist of the bayonet, the soldier standing atop it watches as its head dissolves into silver dust. Proceeding to pull the blade from the corpse's dessicated chest, the soldier, now recognizable as one of the City's Titans, as well as a member of the hallowed Deep Stone Order, stiffly salutes Arxus.

"Sorry about all this mess, friend. Noticed a weak spot in the ice and figured I'd increase my chances with this ugly blighter."

He extends a hand.

"Don't mind the blood on old Reddington here." (He hefts the rifle.) "It never seems to come off, no matter what I treat it with. It is quite a psych-war tool, I must say."

"The name's Sauron-145, with an 'au'."