Propping the gatling laser against the wall, he turned and began to search for the proper equipment. Outside, he could hear the roaring of the beast, and the sounds of explosions and gunfire. Oh, how he wished he were able to see it! But, he would get his chance to inflict some damage soon enough. By the time the gunfire stopped, and the shout over the comms for them to finish it, the Bear was carrying a loaded missile launcher on his shoulder, with four more held under his arm. A savage grin covered his face beneath his helmet as he climbed up to an upper level of the building, and looked out.

Already, the damn thing was starting to get up. Though, there seemed to be something crawling over it... When the shout came over the comms, he swore loudly, and readied the launcher. Rather than hold his fire, he merely yelled, "Watch yourself, Winter!" Then he pulled the trigger, and a missile fired itself from the barrel. It flew through the air, letting out a small whirring sound following the trail of smoke left behind. After a small delay, the missile impacted, right into the Behemoth's left cheek. It's head tossed to the side, and a roar of pain escaped it, while the Bear loaded in another missile. A roar escaped him, and the second missile was fired, hitting the thing in the shoulder. Hopefully the splash wouldn't hit Winter, but at the moment, the only thing Bear could see was the red of rage and his enemy.

A third was loaded, and he lowered his aim considerably. "Stay down!" He roared, and the missile flew from the barrel, towards the creature's knee. He didn't even bother to check for impact before he had loaded in the fourth missile, and fired in the same direction. The missiles hit their mark, the first hitting the front of the knee and the second hitting the back, forcing the Behemoth to drop down onto his knee. The final missile was loaded into the launcher, and he slowly raised it up, finally taking careful aim. This one needed to count. The missiles had been a damn good distraction for Winter, but now that his little barrage was over, it would only be a matter of time before the bastard took notice of the little man crawling up him. Slowly, he aimed it up to his face, towards the eyes. Specifically, the ruined eye that Deathstroke had taken out. Now, he just waited for an opening that, hopefully, Winter would provide for him to finish off this damn beast.

Luckily, Winter was not some scrub with a knife. The skilled son of a bitch was able to force it back to the ground with a bit of gouging in its other eye socket. As the man began to walk off, he could see the blinded beast stirring. As it sat up, it gave him the perfect vantage point. "I told you to [i]stay down![/i]" he shouted, the final missile flying out towards the gaping wound Winter had left. The missile tore through the soft flesh of the eye, and entered the skull before exploding. Gore splattered out, raining over its chest and, unfortunately, Winter. Letting go of the weapon, he allowed it to clatter down onto the ground several yards below. As he turned to head downstairs, he muttered over the comms, "Your welcome." He retrieved the gatling laser on the wall, and headed outside. The Behemoth was dead, but there were still several dozen mutants running around out there. They were not given permission to live, and were not going to get away from him.

A ruined door burst open, the wood shattered and tossed onto the ground. A group of mutants were grouped away, staring dumbly at the corpse of the Behemoth, a god by their standards. And here was the Bear, the one who had slain it for good, the ebony giant that would carve out there gravestones. As they turned to check on the noise that Bear had caused, the gatling laser was already turning and a burst of bright green energy flew towards them, taking them out momentarily. It came to a halt, and he turned until he could see something else to kill. He still had a bit of rage to let out.