The blade made a whistling sound as it flew threw the air. Pip was completely stunned from the fact that it was coming strait for him. Ceras tried to scream but she could not produce a sound. The illusionist just smiled.
As the blade was only meters from Pip a shot was heard. A shot from a weapon that none of them recognized. It sounded like a howitzer cannon. A small blue flash immediately pulverized the flying blade and all three of them were staring at the little fragments flying around.
A tank busted thru a side of the courtyard and the werewolf looked exited. Pip then shouted to the men still inside "Shit, they have got armoured support!". Nazi soldiers now came running thru the whole the tank had made. They lined up in two groups and reported to the Illusionist.
"Zweite Panzer guppe!" the commander of the nazi's shouted to the werewolf. "Excellent! We will turn this place to a pile of debris in no time!" she said in reaction. "Take him out." she ordered one of the soldiers while pointing at Pip. The soldier started smiled and started running in the pointed direction.
After setting five steps though he was stopped dead in his tracks by another blistering shot of the unknown gun. There was even less left of him as of the blade. One of the other soldiers screamed "Freishütz!" and all of them started running around looking for the sharpshooter.
At that moment the sound of a chopper erupted from behind the east wing of the mansion. A huge black chopper appeared above the rooftop. The metallic sound of the two mini-guns started to fill up the night air and a rain of bullets started to come down on the soldiers. They were being ripped apart by the huge peaces of metal that were fired at them like a big net.
The tank opened a door thru witch more soldiers would come out. but as soon as it opened a huge black and blue fireball filled it up. The tank turned it's barrel to the first thing he could shoot but before anything could be done the tank was also ripped apart by the bigger mini-gun in the centre of the nose of the chopper.
The rain of bullets had stopped. The chopper was now hanging still above the courtyard. Witch was covered with the leftovers from the chaos that had died out. The werewolf was still standing next to Seras who, despite of her pain, looked almost traumatised by what happened. The werewolf looked at the chopper her eyes suddenly surprised. "Mi 24" she mutters. "It can't be, sheise!"
She dives for the nearest gun and starts shooting at the helicopter that is still hovering in front of her. The side door of the chopper opens. Someone jumps out. The person is wearing a uniform with camouflage, not normal though but with black, red, grey and orange instead of different types of green. Over that there is a cape like black coat with the hood over the head.
The werewolf throws the gun away and launches a illusion at the oncoming new fighter. It does not seem to have any effect, seen the fact that the victim is just moving as he should no being bothered by anything. The nazi now gets pissed off and positions herself for the man to man fight. As the target is in range the werewolf jumps into frontal attack. A hand shoots out from under the coat and grabs the attacker by the troth, witch immediately grabs for the wrist to make it let go.
Nails scratch the metal plated arm. More German foul language comes from the solid grip than was ever written. The werewolf is hanging there like a dog that got stuck with it's collar. The other side of the coat moves and the right hand appears. Holding a sword. Long and decorated with red signs. As the sword gains altitude words come from under the hood.
The signs on the sword shine like fresh blood and with one smooth and swift movement the head is all that is still held up by the left hand.
The helicopter lands in the middle of the courtyard. The cabin opens and the pilot gets out. two more soldiers appear from the side door. Alongside the wall of the mansion comes someone down as well and as last from behind the tank comes someone in a black long coat.
The one in the middle that had just deposed his self of the head had put his sword back and now walked over to Ceras who was still laying on the ground, though to much caught up with everything that happened to still realize the pain. He looked at her and said something to one of the soldiers that had come out of the chopper. Ceras could not understand a word of what they said.
"What are you going to do? And who are you!" she let out in a squeaky voice. The one that came off the roof had got Pip so far to go with him to the others. Ceras looked unpleased when the soldier from the chopper came towards her. The one with the cape than said with a Russian accent "He won't hurt you, he's a sort of medic". "Sort of?" Seras asked squeaking.
The 'medic' now was kneeling next to Ceras. He took off the helmet he had, a dark metal helmet with a mask in front. His face was white as snow, even for a vampire he would have been given the comment 'you look a bit pale'. His eyes were blue but so light that they almost appeared white. His hair same as his face. He putted a hand on Ceras forhead, she first wanted to move away but as soon as it touched her skin she felt a warm flow go thru her body. The other hand was paced on the wound in her shoulder and she could feel it close.
The 'medic rose to his feet and did a step backward. Ceras did the same, she felt like nothing had happened. Her shoulder was in full function again. Pip just stood there with is mouth open.
The what seemed to be the leader came to Ceras again. "Sorry, we have not yet introduced. I am Dravinof." While making a bow. Then pointing at the medic "Maronos."
The others had also arrived. The roof-climber, a tall slim Girl with a gun as big as Ceras' but not like a cannon but a sniper rifle. She had short red hair, and had a grey uniform with bullet pockets everywhere. Her eyes were green, light green, like a night vision but then with red lasers in the middle. She nodded and was announced as Safa.
From behind the person in the long black coat stepped forward. In his hand a flamethrower. On his head a mixture between a army helmet, a gasmask and a demon's face. The eyes of the mask lid up like open steel ovens. "This is Desero, our fire-master. He is not much of a people person and it is not wise to ask him to take off his helmet."
The soldier that had also appeared out of the chopper now came forward. "Our gunman, if there is anything you want to know about guns, want your gun fixed or improved, Igarof is the man to call." Igarof made a bow.
"And then there is our one of a kind pilot mister Dakanar!" Dravinof said as he turned to the chopper where Dakanar was standing against the cockpit. He came walking towards the group and kneeled before Ceras. Then stood up and let her take a look at him. He was small, almost a boy of fourteen years old. When she looked at his face she was shocked. He was a fourteen year old. His eyes were completely red. He had a tight black pilot suit and was holding a black helmet in his hand. "He can fly that Hind thru a canyon with his eyes closed. And his ears and nose." Dravinof told Ceras. She just could not stop staring.
Then Dravinof took off his hood. He had half-long pitch black hair. His eyes had a red iris, nothing special. Ceras could not help the worm twinkle inside of her when she saw his face. He then dropped his coat, he was wearing a black uniform with shiny metal decorations and buttons. Across his shoulder started a dark, metal plating that covert his left arm and forming a dark sort of claw like glove.