Too many of them, too close. Looks like I'll have to go melee. Not that I mind... thought MT as several devil dogs surrounded the tank. Before he could hop out and draw a weapon, however, he heard a dull THUNK. Someone had just jumped onto the tank! Reflexively, he drew his Silver Lance and gripped it firmly, then relaxed when he saw that it wasn't a devil dog. "Don't scare me like that, buddy!" Once again steeling himself, MT hopped out of the driver's seat and closed the hatch. "You're a mage, right? Cover me," he said to the wizard-looking fellow before leaping lance-first into the fray.

IC was in the thick of it with the demon dogs, and he was owning them. His Wind Edge cut through them like butter, and in seconds the dogs had backed off of him. He looked around and noticed more people had joined in, and he decided to help everyone out. He aimed real quick to the first group, which happened to be Phil, and he threw his mighty weapon. The Wind Edge flew right past him, taking out a few dogs trying to flank him, and then arced. The weapon did the same for everyone, zooming by and taking out a couple dogs. Though for Garud it almost took out his head, and it bumped off MT's tank, but didn't lose any speed, though it left a mark. IC caught it after the weapon made its trips and proceded to take out the last of the dogs.

Pyros sighed and licked his paw. "Oh no. Not Garud again. What a pain in the ass." Previously that week he'd not managed to post at all on the SOL2 message boards, and his reasons for doing so became more and more obscure. His last excuse was that he was playing Soul Calibur 3, which was an obvious lie, because Pyros knew that Soul Calibur 3 wasn't out yet.

Wait...Was it? Pyros hadn't been looking at the calendar for awhile, especially since he spent all that time buying a ton of paper clips and a particularly staticy wool sweater. (With Raiden being RAiden, the sheer static cling would be enormous!) Hmm... maybe it was out...and maybe that these demon dogs are a bit too close for comfort. They were pretty ugly, with their fur and red eyes and as a matter of fact they had horrible dental hygiene as one was opening up his maw to take a bite out of Pyros. Hey wait. I'm Pyros. "EEP!"

Pyros leapt out of the way as the hungry jaws snapped, barely missing Pyros's butt. Pyros scampered off, with 3 of the dogs behind him.

"So I can cast a free spell, Phil? Well, I've never gotten a chance to cast this one before. ●Meteo!"

Suddenly, the night sky lit up in a less pretty, ghostly light, and more of a firey rocks falling through the astmoshpere light. Many Devil dogs were squished as well as incinerated. Mike dissapeared again and then reapeared next to Phil.

"That was neat."Mike said. As an after thought, he added, "I hope I didn't hit anyone on our side."

Premonitions was getting tired of slicing demon dogs, well not tired, just, okay he jsut wnated to cause an explosion, he reached into his head, and started flinging bombs that seemed to never run out, as they exploded,
a mad cackling could be heard echoing all across the icy landscape.

With smoke rising from the tip of his tail, CheshireThief stomped over to Mike.

"You're lucky I'm flame-retarded."

He started to stomp away and then turned back around.

"Flame-retardant, even."

Seeing that the majority of the dogs were dead or scattered, he turned his attention to the one he paused, still frozen in the air. His eyes lit up as he got an idea. CheshireThief pressed REWIND to make the dog go to its original position. Once there, he pressed PLAY and RECORD at the same time. He stepped to the side of where the dog landed (with the intent to rip someone apart, of course), where it attacked someone who wasn't there. CheshireThief then pressed STOP and grinned. Drawing his rapier, he walked to the immobile dog and quickly thrust his blade through the head. Looking disdainfully down at the blood on his sword, CheshireThief wrinkled his nose and tossed his sword to Phil.

"Mind cleaning this up for me?"

DSS was still in his crouch, gun snapping left and right, every time throwing back a dog. Then one of them got lucky and evaded the bullets long enough to DSS as he frantically reloaded.

Barely in time, he gun his gun up to block the bite, and fell backwards. His metal fist hammered into the jaw of the dog, throwing it off, and gave him breathing room. Guns wouldn't work here. Slowly, he crouched and his hand drew back as if to pull his katana.

Then he leapt into the air, and everyone noticed that things slowed down a bit. DSS brought back his metal fist. Time snapped back to normality long enough to DSS to slam into the ground. Then it slowed again. Upon impact, it was like the world turned to liquid and a wave rode out of the impact point. The hellhounds were thrown brutally aside.

Time snapped back to normal, and DSS stood. Very quickly he pulled his handgun and started firing at those animals he could. Time slowed down one more time. DSS looked around, then said in a John Woo voice, "Screw you, Time!"

Things returned to normal.

Raiden was enjoying himself. He was killing randomly, shooting electricity at a whim, and when it was all said and done, he had a nice new sweater at home waiting for him. If it wasn't for the fact that it was so snuggly, he would have been upset at Pryos's choice in christmas presents.

He just hoped Pyros liked the present he had gotten for him. It was a can of sprayable catnip. Raiden intended to spray it on the ass of the first mailman he could find.

He frowned a bit as his thunderclouds were roughly moved to the side to make room for the meteors.

"Be careful! They're sensitiiiiiivvvvve!"

Raiden jumped up and slowly began to pet the clouds.

"It's alright. They didn't mean to hurt you. They were just playing around. You wanna destroy something? Huh? You want to rain down some electric armeggedon? Do ya? I thought so."

The whole sky began to get dark as the clouds gathered together. They started to clash out with lightning and thunder. Large bolts of destructive energy ripped through the atmosphere and obliterated any enemy luckless enough to get in the way.

"You're a mage, right? Cover me."

Cover him... fine. As mammothtank jumps into the fray, The Wizard Who Did uses a fire spell to cover mammothtank. That'll keep the dogs off of you. Looking at a line wolves, he fires a fire ball at them. It continues onward into the horizen. That oughta hit somewhere in Asia.

Then it explodes. Wait, it had to hit something. If it was an iceberg, then that's fine, but if it was an enemy... His thoughts were disrupted by meteors falling from the sky, shortly followed by lightning raining down.

"Dammit, guys," The Wizard Who Did It muttered, "Apocolyptic moves are not good when your allies are still in the field."

Still muttering under his breathe, he jumped off the tank and walked toward the middle of the battle field, zapping any wolves sith-style that happened to survive.

There were large balls of flaming space crap falling toward him, "shit" he managed to pull out a green box with
wihite lines and a question mark on it, he smashed it and put on the metal hat that came out. he instantly turned into living metal just as the meteors came close, he punched one, and as it fragmented, swung around and kicked another one, they came quikly he barely had time to react and his current form slowed him down, but he was able to destroy the ones around him. He collpased and tried to rest as he heard collisions in the distance, he thoguht the worst was over, as he looked up he saw dark clouds forming, storm clouds. "Aww come the fuck on!"
this was not good he was now in a lightening storm covered in metal.
he jammed his hand into the snow and stck his other one into the air, Lightening truck him a second later and coursed through his body then fizzled
safely into the ground.