Was it really that bad? #13 couldn’t help but feel as if the pilot was maybe a bit of a depressing asshole, if winter survival was what got him wishing to die in a helicopter crash instead. Ah well, most humans were like that, especially in these days. Something to do with rising sea levels and decreasing political stability. Must suck. Sympathies to pilot-man, really.

[b]“Well, you do you then,”[/b] was #13’s simple reply. [b]“I’ll just clear out the ones that found us.”[/b]

As he spoke, the hulk of mismatched machinery turned to the shadows that rose from the clearing around them. Red Army, huh? And then there was that gunshot in the distance. Meant for Saint Augustine, perhaps? The Promised Child let out a low sigh. He had been looking forward to spending his time a cozy, cold village in Finland, but now it feels as if he was just going to be stuck in the bitter wilderness instead, fighting nameless grunts. Shifting his form to better cover the pilot behind him, #13 considered his options briefly, before deciding to go for the simplest one of them all.

Clothing and armor and weaponry all count as objects viable for his Sarcophagus. Reaching out with his Miracle, he proceeded to [i]liberate[/i] these men of their armaments and attire.

Maybe that'll be enough to scare them away?