It's a big wave, all right. Not just because the spider-things and the fungoid crustaceans with wings are attacking (and attacking they are; there's screaming coming from up the line, where Danes are bleeding in earnest and Canadians are tending to wounds edged in smoke and char). But because looming in the background is something tall and terrible, nearly the size of a house, and the monstrosities of the servitor races are fleeing its evident wrath.
The first thing that pushes its way into the arctic dusk has a mouthful of needle-sharp teeth and too-long arms with much-too-long fingers tipped in bright, metallic-looking claws. It has the musculature of something almost apish and a face that can't quite decide whether to be human or to take after something from the time when snows covered all the Earth. Its mouth is moving in a constant droning chant of some kind, and its skin is a slaty grey hue- but for all that, the beings that are starting to shimmer into existence as it snatches up one of the Marines and brutally flings the man aside give the sensation of being far, far vaster.
Another one of the Marines, wiser perhaps than his counterparts, holds up a fistful of some kind of powder and starts shouting. "Ithaqua Cthulhu Node- AAAARGH!"
Possibly he should've thrown the powder of Ibn Ghazi before the half-blooded thing (summoning more of its less-human kin) leapt at him with its claws out.
Re: Action Time: Team Boom
The first thing that pushes its way into the arctic dusk has a mouthful of needle-sharp teeth and too-long arms with much-too-long fingers tipped in bright, metallic-looking claws. It has the musculature of something almost apish and a face that can't quite decide whether to be human or to take after something from the time when snows covered all the Earth. Its mouth is moving in a constant droning chant of some kind, and its skin is a slaty grey hue- but for all that, the beings that are starting to shimmer into existence as it snatches up one of the Marines and brutally flings the man aside give the sensation of being far, far vaster.
Another one of the Marines, wiser perhaps than his counterparts, holds up a fistful of some kind of powder and starts shouting. "Ithaqua Cthulhu Node- AAAARGH!"
Possibly he should've thrown the powder of Ibn Ghazi before the half-blooded thing (summoning more of its less-human kin) leapt at him with its claws out.