"...So. We meet again, Comrades. And against a foe so familiar?"

A voice rang out, accent thick...And with it came the storm. The mightiest of snowstorms. Impul'Som Tyazhest' had returned, recognizing an old foe having done the same, and a comrade alike having appeared. The man was all business this time though, his dear Sniper rifle Svetlana already in hand, and armoring systems already at mobilitiy phase. He was currently at a good distance from The Godmodder though, at a hillside roughly 3/4 a mile off. The Russian had stood tall, though his ever-present vodka bottle was within his other hand. He took but a moments swig, before dropping to his belly.

"...You escaped before, [i]vrag[/i], but you will not escape again. For the Great Motherland...!"

With his outcry, the man cocked his rifle. The weapon clearly was not of this time though; Many a dial and lever was upon it, and just under the scope a small panel. A few adjustments of each and the intended bullet was modded to shotgun out on first impact, and have each shard explode on second. The man took aim to the godmodders chest...And pulled his trigger.

(So I'm not sure if my account got deleted or what, but I had to make this one...Rawk and Izaak will recognize me, alongside a few others.)