[b]Moscow, Soviet Russia, Ongoing World War II[/b]

The motley crew of Russian men was a mess. They scurried around, trying to find suitable positions to take aim at the Heartless, only to find out that those monsters were ridiculously sturdy. Antonov (that silly man who would've gotten his arms ripped off and shoved up his ass if not for elder Ramirov) had chosen to throw caution to the wind and shoot those beasts with his nifty submachine gun. He soon caught the attention of a Heartless soldier, who despite having been showered in lead, still managed to approach the giant Russian man. Antonov pulled out a combat knife and prepared himself for the inevitable struggle, only to see the Soldier get crudely ripped apart by the pseudo-Jap that he had interrogated earlier.

"Thank you for your assistance. My apologies for my rude behavior earlier."

[color=silver]"When did you start being so formal?"[/color]

"I have a major in Russian Literature. It got me nowhere."

The Soldiers kept on going, forcing the Russians to move further away and take cover in the ruins of demolished buildings. Yuuta didn't budge as he killed Heartless after Heartless in the most efficient way: punching them in the face. His hands were beginning to bleed, adding to the many shades of red that painted the burning city. He was used to this, though, there was a time when all he did was punch people in the face. Antonov ran out of a nearby tent with a wide grin on his face. "Comrades, man the machine guns!" 

The deafening sound of machine gun fire filled the battlefield as the Heartless were eviscerated by smoking lead. A cluster of Heartless was blown apart by a riveting blast from the abandoned tank, now being manned by Ramirov. The Heartless were tough, however, and the Russians eventually ran out of ammo. The tents in which they stored their supplies were far away since they had to fall back. A cacophony of shouts accompanied the appearance of a Large Body Heartless.

[color=silver]"Quiet down! The battlefields already noisy enough."[/color]

"What do you think we should do then?" said Ramirov as he inched out of the tank.

[color=silver]"Watch."[/color]

The wind began to blow and the ground started to crack as every ounce of ki this hostile place could generously offer Yuuta rushed into his body. He felt his muscles twitch and his head ache as the struggled to keep up the [url=http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-82JZ3YMmYgg/TqBX933l-eI/AAAAAAAAAGU/JERlYdyTTqg/s1600/horse-stance04.jpg]stance[/url] he took to facilitate the entry of ki into his body. His body then began to move on its own, ignoring Yuuta's own will and forcing itself into another [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/13/8b/51/138b513310e6ef22bd847bc87e215ec8.jpg]stance[/url]. He then put all of his focus into moving his body. His muscles violently scraped against each other like rusty cogs as he held his hands up to strike. In an instant, he thrust forward, giving the massive Heartless an equally massive punch to the face. The sheer impact of the punch sent the abandoned tank skidding away. Needless to say, the Heartless died. Yuuta wanted to scream in pain, but he kept himself quiet.

"What on the green face of Earth was that?"

[color=silver]"Magic."[/color]

The Russians regained their composure and started to move back to where they stared: the tents. Ramirov scuttled over to Yuuta. "My comrade, you've shown unsurpassed prowess in combat today. I am not one to seek help from strangers, but desperate times call for drastic measures. Yuuta, you've shown me that, in choosing to fight alongside us rather than flee, you value justice above all else. The Kremlin has been besieged, and our great leader Stalin may be dead by now. I need you to fight alongside us in the guerrilla movement that we will partake in."

Yuuta wanted to scoff at the line "great leader Stalin", but these burly men had helped him fight. He only had bad memories of war, but part of him missed having bonds with comrades forged in the fires of war. These men did not deserve his prior disrespect. 

[color=silver]"I've got a better idea. Where's the Kremlin?"[/color]

Ramirov pointed to the Kremlin. Well, not exactly the Kremlin, but the direction in which one would find the Kremlin.

[color=silver]"Alright, I'm going to go there and do what I just did earlier to whoever started this."[/color] The Russian was about to warn him, but he was abruptly cut off. [color=silver]"I can actually do those explosive punches at a rate of three hundred per second. I can also punch even harder. I can punch at the force of, let's see, one of those atomic bomb thingies. I can pick up continents and throw them into space. God challenged me to an arm wrestling match once and I came out alive. All you should do is get out of here before those things eat you alive."[/color]

Yuuta was lying. The elder could sort of see that, but in good faith he nodded anyway.

The former child soldier then began the long and harrowing journey to the Kremlin. As he got nearer, the debris was replaced with pieces of charred corpses, then those pieces were replaced by charred corpses. The glaring red of fire and blood was everywhere in sight. The sight of such madness would've made a sane person turn back and walk away, but Yuuta had a mission to fulfill.

He stepped into the Kremlin, coming face to face with a demon sitting upon a throne of flesh and blood.

[color=silver]"Why hello there."[/color]

[@Ryteb Pymeroce]
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[b]Near Mount Etna, Sicily[/b]

Astus immediately went to work, putting the soldiers to sleep. Their armor was sturdy, but they had no protection against a direct mental assault. Most of the soldiers were simple people, in fact, one of them was considering having spring chicken for dinner. He felt some hostile presences nearby, but he didn't mind

[color=lightcoral]"Now tell me, what are our teammates going to do? Could you also give me a quick rundown on them? Fun facts are encouraged."[/color]

[@Letter Bee]