As blood both human and very distinctly not flies sizzling through the air (and other things sizzle- Venkman's got his proton pack back on and Egon is displaying a truly disturbing competency with the Deatomizer, woe unto the children of Yig), the ice shakes underfoot.
The Canadian forces pause in mid-strike. There is another tremor.
The Finns hesitate, and the Danes... Well, the Danes are of the Inquanok Patrol, and perhaps more than any of the other uniformed types present, they're equipped to sense what's going on. They start shouting and pointing to a spot some distance away over the ice, towards the trail Kirk and Tsybenko took over the ice.
Towards the epicenter of the shake and the rumble and the unbelievably LOUD noise of aeons-old Arctic ice cracking as something the size of a blue whale shoves its way free into the daylight...
"... okay," says Winston, "that's new. Who the hell is that?"
Ray, who's just a little busy with his screwdrivers at the moment, manages to mumble, "Dagon- HOLY SCHLAMOLY!"
Possibly the nicest thing being said right now, considering that the monstrous being just flung something huge, metallic, and jagged on one end viciously past the gathered forces' heads. It's not until it starts shaking the other metallic object it carries furiously up and down that the humans realize that the thrown object was half of the Sukhoy Nos- and that Dagon is apparently disappointed that the submarine's chewy caramel center crew complement is long since missing.
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Re: Action Time: Team Boom
Date: 2008-02-02 03:47 am (UTC)The Canadian forces pause in mid-strike. There is another tremor.
The Finns hesitate, and the Danes... Well, the Danes are of the Inquanok Patrol, and perhaps more than any of the other uniformed types present, they're equipped to sense what's going on. They start shouting and pointing to a spot some distance away over the ice, towards the trail Kirk and Tsybenko took over the ice.
Towards the epicenter of the shake and the rumble and the unbelievably LOUD noise of aeons-old Arctic ice cracking as something the size of a blue whale shoves its way free into the daylight...
"... okay," says Winston, "that's new. Who the hell is that?"
Ray, who's just a little busy with his screwdrivers at the moment, manages to mumble, "Dagon- HOLY SCHLAMOLY!"
Possibly the nicest thing being said right now, considering that the monstrous being just flung something huge, metallic, and jagged on one end viciously past the gathered forces' heads. It's not until it starts shaking the other metallic object it carries furiously up and down that the humans realize that the thrown object was half of the Sukhoy Nos- and that Dagon is apparently disappointed that the submarine's
chewy caramel centercrew complement is long since missing.