Warning, this chapter is going to push this into the M rating, there is gore, death without mercy... There will be no mercy in this chapter, whatsoever.
Guam is about... nonexistent now in terms of civilian structures and population. Guam was host to the very first battle between Russia and Japan, and Guam never stood a snowflake's chance in hell. Russia didn't even give them a chance and bombed them on day one, hitting the runway with cruise missiles. America has tried multiple times to take Guam, but with being set up so well, it was to late.
They were going to have to wait till they could get better artillery to bombard the island. There were SAM turrets all around the air field, not letting any planes into the airspace.
Russia took Guam with no issue whatsoever. Japan's resources are spread too thin.
The only thing America could do was watch with the Blackbirds... or so the Russians think.
Nightfall is sitting in a small jungle on the island, reading over the records on his spy report. Looking at the airfield from where he was hiding at, he looked at the SAM turrets. "Wrong again, there are not four, there are five" Night whispered to himself shaking his head. There wasn't supposed to be any heavy armor here, he hadn't seen any so far... but that hardly meant anything.
Looking around one last time before he started. He gave his wings one good hard flap and started to glide down to the airfield. His scales gave him the best natural camouflage you could think of. He still couldn't fly up to high, being sure that a SAM would notice him with his high natural body heat.
He dove at the first SAM turret, ripping the top off it with ease. Turning to the SAM next to it, he ripped a missile off it and slammed it into the main structure on the turret. With the missile not being armed, it acted like a spear, going straight through till it stuck out the other side.
Nightfall grabbed another spear and chucked it at a SAM that was a little ways away, going right through it like it was butter.
The last two turrets were close together. They were stationed right next to an SU-25. It was set up and ready to go, armed with bombs and everything.
With a wicked grin, Night ripped a fuel pod off of the Frogfoot. Took one of his claws and ripped the pod open making it start to drain.
Nightfall walked over to the two SAMS, leaking a trail all the way there. Placing the Pod in between the SAMS.
He walked back to the SU-25, ripped a bomb off it, and chucked it next to the fuel pod he left between the SAMs.
Nightfall activated his armor before lighting the trail of fuel, so it could take the blast from the bombs just in case. Lit the flames, and the SAMs were no longer there... plus a chunk of the runway.
"Well gather around the campfire and sing our campfire song!" Nightfall sang to himself, chuckling at the burning turrets.
"Eto demon!" somebody said behind Night.
Nightfall turned around and there were five different Russians pointing AK47s at him
"Now that's not nice, I know you are communist, but even you should have standards to kindness," Night said like he was scolding children, "How would you like it if I called you meat ammo?"
All the Russians answered by lighting Nightfall up with their guns. Night stood there, "Well, I'll take that as badly?"
The Russians ran out of ammo from their mags, not re-loading, thinking that should kill the dragon... Oh how wrong they were.
"YA prishel syuda, chtoby sdelat' dve veshchi... unichtozhit' neskol'ko raket I ubit' neskol'ko kommunistov, a u menya zakonchilis' rakety!" Nightfall said in Russian, making one of the soldiers thoroughly piss himself.
Night grabbed the first soldier to his left and slammed him into the soldier on his right, the soldier that he hit went flying away, bending at an unusual angle. The person that he used as a bludgeon died instantly on contact.
The other three soldiers started running as fast as they could, screaming in terror. Night dropped his flesh weapon and grabbed the closest soldier before he could get away. He threw the terrified soldier into the air and torched him before he could hit the ground.
Night sprinted after the two remaining soldiers and grabbed them both at the same time. He threw the first one into the SU-25, making a huge dent in the jet.
Night slammed the last soldier into the tarmac, splattering the soldier into bits.
"Well, that's just nasty," Nightfall muttered to himself in disgust, "He didn't have to make such a mess,"
The alarms were raised now, Night could hear people start to yell and wake up.
Nightfall already planned for this, running over to the now damaged SU-25. He ripped the cockpit open on the jet and took ahold of the control stick.
"Let's see how strong this armor really is!" Night said as he started to turn the Frogfoot over to point at the barracks. Pulling the trigger on the control stick, making the thirty mm guns spray into the base. Ripping everybody inside to shreds.
There wasn't any more yelling. Now just a base that sat riddled with holes and a fire starting.
"I have no idea why the navy had such a hard time with this base," Night said, scoffing to himself.
Night lit the jet on fire, and leaped up into the air. The fire he started on the jet lit the bombs on fire, detonating and crippling the airfield.
Night was circling around the airfield, looking for anything else that needs to be done. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a soldier run out of the remains of the base, trying to make it to one of the remaining hangars, not knowing that the airfield was down obviously.
Night swooped down and caught the Russian. "Ubey menya, grebanyy ublyudok, ty uzhe ubil moikh druzey!"
Nightfall was quickly getting annoyed at him, "Shut up retard, I ain't going to kill you!"
The Russian kept on yelling profanities at Night, making him fed up with him. Night violently shook the soldier around, making him shut up... and lose his lunch at the same time.
"I am not going to kill you, I need some proof that Guam is crippled right now," Night said, happy with the quietness.
It was a long trip back. Not for say because it was far away to the carrier where he was heading. It was because he was coming off of an adrenalin high, and he had nothing to relive that right now.
It was so exciting, going on these solo missions. Where you have full control, nobody to tell you NO, also nobody to fuck up your mission.
The carrier came into sight. Nightfall landed on the deck, it was bitch black dark so nobody saw him, his armor bore the American's signal so nobody cared.
Night threw the Russian onto the deck of the carrier. The Russian tried to run away but got pinned onto the deck, via Nightfall standing ontop of him to where he couldn't move.
"Listen here, you are going to tell them everything or I am going to ubey vsyu svoyu sem'yu i poves' ikh kishki pered svoim domom!" Nightfall said, switching into Russian halfway so he would get his point across.
"Good!" Nightfall said happily, letting the Russian run away screaming, "Hope you have a fun trip in the interrogation room," Night finished, leaving before anybody saw him.
Nobody was prepared for what they saw on Guam when they followed what the Russian pilot told them. They never believed what the Russian said about the dragon though.
Translation is in order
"It's a demon!"
"I came here two do two different things... destroy some rockets and kill some communists... and I am all out of rockets!'
"Kill me you fucking bastard, you already killed my friends"
"kill your whole family and hang their guts in front of your house."
I told you this would be brutal. It was quick, but there is no mercy.