Whilst the humans pelted into the undead, who hid behind their jeeps, the battle seemed pretty one sided. The humans had greater numbers, greater munitions, greater possitioning, and were inside a fort! Furthermore, at the rate things are moving, unless serious reinforcements came soon, Gervus's men would be reduced to ash just as they reached the front gate.
The push went on, unchanging with undead who dared return fire, being mowed down, and the rest who hid behind jeeps, counting their final moments, for nearly 5 minuts. Thats when Gervus struck. from the cover of clouds, he had flanked from south, to northeast. From everybodies blind spot, at wicked speeds, he did an arial ace tactic. [b]Gervus flew downwards, letting gravity pull his heavy metal bones to accelerate him faster yet, and he pulled up at the last moment. He had just broken the sound barrier when he rushed over the fort, releasing a stream of freezing breath as he passed. Any man caught in it would be frozen, likely to death, instantly by the -250 degree breath. Where men were not, machines would be frozen, floors would be made icy an slippery. Furthermore, giant ice crystals formed from condensced moisture in the air, nearly 2 ft across some of them, which fell upon the fortress like cannon balls.
As soon as Gervus was visible, the survivng undead ran from behind the jeeps and stormed forward knowing full well that any human who sticks his head or gun out to shoot would be frozen.
