"Ah... tanks? Someone's getting serious." as he spoke, Seth noted a certain level of hesitance from his opposition. The men on motorcycles did not yet open fire, and strangely enough the possessed tanks didn't either. Either they were frightened of the Nobody, or somebody warned them about him. He had to admit that was probably the smart thing to do, advising these people to be cautious and to let their opponent make the first move. Seth wouldn't have that, though. He'd make sure they were the ones who attacked first, even if he had to force it out of them.
With that in mind, Seth made a sudden move, literally punching the ground he was standing on. All forces opened fire, naturally, but the machine gun rounds and even the Darkness-infused cannon shots from tanks only hit sand. Striking the ground made a literal dome of sand appear around the Nobody. Naturally, the the sand was compacted tightly to add to its toughness, and even if parts of the dome were broke it quickly repaired itself as if regenerating. Within the dome, Seth grinned to himself, "Well that's a start. Time for step two." even as he spoke he made four sculptures of himself out of sand within the dome, and let his own Darkness take hold of them to give them movement and - for lack of a better word - life. For his next trick, Seth let the sand dome fall when the gunfire stopped. They were either out of ammo, or they were checking to see if the Nobody was dead yet. Either way, it was still an opening. The men and the three Heartless saw what looked like five moving sculptures of sand grinning at them. They correctly guessed that one of them had to be the real Seth merely covered by sand as a disguise. But the real question was: which one was he? Even the Heartless couldn't be certain. After all, Seth's Darkness was spread to all five figures, so they couldn't use that method to track him. While they could also normally track someone through their Heart... Seth was a Nobody and therefore had no Heart that could be tracked. For all intents and purposes, the Nobody was pretty much invisible.
Of course, Seth was now exerting himself more than before. He normally could rely on his black coat to conceal his presence and power from potential enemies. Unfortunately, that coat was now being worn by Drake, so Seth was essentially on the proverbial radar, and anyone on this Earth or maybe even the neighboring ones could now feel his presence. Whelp, I'm on the grid right now anyway... may as well just run with it. If subtlety wasn't an option, then Seth would have to do this the not-so-subtle way. All five figures moved at once, darting in separate directions. The Soviets revved their engines and gave chase while the three tanks struggled to keep the agile figures within their line of fire. The trouble with tanks is that while they can be a godsend in certain situations, against foes who could move like Seth... their weapons were near useless.
Two motorcycle troops gassed their engines and sped toward one of the sand figures from opposite directions, and both opened fire with their mounted machine gun. The bullets flew, hitting the figure and... passing right through it? It was one of the fakes, and by the time the two riders realized their mistake it was too late. Their shots went through the sandy golem and they may as well have just shot each other. Both their bikes lost control and crashed right into each other. They appeared to sandwich the golem but it simply blew apart into sand and then reformed itself nearby elsewhere, none the worse for ware. Another of the figures found themselves caught between two of the Heartless-possessed tanks. Both opened fire, but the figure sidestepped, leaving a Corridor of Darkness in his place. This had to be the real Seth, but the motorcycle troops were too distracted by the other golems to notice. Both shots were fired at a downward angle, so it was trouble for the tanks when the Corridor's destination appeared just above the first opening, giving the two shots a downward angle from above and hitting the tanks square in the upper body. This basically disabled the cannons and forced the Heartless within to abandon ship and look for something else to possess. They didn't get far before both were pelted by seemingly endless energy bolts until they were vaporized. If Seth was dropping subtlety for this fight, that would include his usual policy of saving his Snipers for emergencies, and this the lesser Nobodies appeared in droves to take potshots all over the battlefield.
As for Seth himself, he jumped up on one of the disabled tanks and tore off one of his gloves. He balled his newly bare hand into a fist and punched the cannon barrel, it snapping right off like breaking a toothpick. He slid the glove back on and then grasped one end of the cannon barrel with his hands. From there, he proceeded to pole vault into the center of motorcycle troops, making sure to kick up a miniature sandstorm to obstruct everyone's vision. Still grasping the barrel from the tank, Seth spun his body around, actually wielding the thing like a giant bo staff and proceeding to knock riders off their bikes as if swinging for a home run. He noticed the last few of them driving his way and held the cannon by its center and tossed it at them so it would become a big metal clothesline for them to crash into. That left just one tank. It fired, but Seth was faster on the draw, "Stopra!" he cast spell, targeting the projectile more than the tank itself, and it indeed stopped in mid-trajectory. Seth was fast, closing the distance before the tank could ready another shot. He jumped on top, and then used the Fist of Destruction to literally blow a hole into the hatch that he could use to enter. Once inside, Seth cut loose, punching and wrecking as much as he could until he found where the Heartless was hiding and forcibly yanking it out and throwing it up out of the hatch, "Haste!" Seth called without missing a beat, chasing down the Heartless at double-time thanks to the spell. It tried to run, the Possessor making for one of the crashed motorcycles. Seth was hot on its heels, running along the length of the cannon and using it to give him the necessary height to launch an aerial strike at the floating Heartless. And strike he did, Seth had more momentum than usual thanks to the Haste spell and letting the gravity of his jump do the rest. He practically punched right through the Heartless, it having what looked like a gaping hole in its gaseous body before it burst into dark particles to signify its defeat.
As for the Nobody, Seth hit the ground with a tumble and rolled back to his feet with a slide, "He turned around to look at his handiwork, both the golems and the Snipers vanishing as they were dismissed, "How's that for 'anti-tank'?" Seth asked himself with a grin, chuckling as he stuffed his hands back into his pockets. Of course, he did all that while lacking his coat. Anyone and everyone that could potentially sense him on this world and possibly even those neighboring it, no doubt did now. Seth could only hope that wouldn't come back to bite him later.
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