...The Russian opened his eyes.

"Where...What...?"

The last memory Impul'Som had was of a sudden entry to an arena...Lions...A dragon...Then blackness.

To a bystander, the reasoning of this was pretty obvious: The dumb bastard drank himself to sleep in the middle of the arena! That he was still alive in the first place had been nothing short of a miracle, but through blurry eyes he recognized the current situation to be significantly more hectic and violent than they were during his last moments of consciousness.

"...Too much. There's too much. It must be cut DOWN! Interlopers of the land shall be [color=6ecff6]cleansed.[/color]"

The Russian still wasn't thinking straight, having just awoken from having drank half to death, but he had come to a snap decision: Amidst the chaos, he would take advantage of the whipping winds. A flick of a single switch upon Svetlana, and the rifle was prepared to launch an experimental round. As the round was being prepped, his armoring systems detected this test, and immediately shifted to maximum defensive status: A thick shell covering him from head to toe, beginning to wrap upon itself in a sphere of technological defenses and raw metallic ones alike.

Impul'Som took just one more movement before the armoring would become too thick for such: Raising his rifle directly over his head, he pulled the trigger, and unleashed hell with a single solemn phrase.

[color=6ecff6]"Blot out the sun."[/color]

The experimental round in question could be compared to that of a flak cannon; it launched up into the sky, holding for a few moments before, rather than exploding, came apart much like sand through ones fingers. Unlike most flak rounds, however, it came apart down to a near-molecular level, microscopic as the winds whipped it up. In reality, the shot had been a focusing of nanomachines, quickly assimilating what they contact and replicating themselves when nothing presented itself. In essence, the "[url=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grey_goo]Grey Goo[/url]" scenario had been brought to fruition, as the winds spread the destruction about the immediate area, making no distinction between friend or foe.

...

In the process of it all, The Russian had attracted the attention of another creation of technology; a creature not of flesh nor machine, but light...


Armoring Systems: [color=9e0b0f]Maximum Security. Integrity against nanomachines questionable.[/color]
Nex's Awakening: 1st dimensional plane.