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.