Cpl-carmine

Viktor pulled the gate open and walked into the frozen wastealnd of Moscow. He breathed calmly as his gasmask filltered the toxic air. Two more Rangers followed behind him. Viktor held a fist up and the other two Rangers froze. Four winged shadows flew overhead. "Demons; stay in the shadows." Viktor whispered and moved along the shade of a building. There was the distant pounding of somthing; a rifle. A Kalash, Dirty Ammo. There was the howl of noslaisas and the squad froze again. "Poor bastard must be getting swarmed." Evan whispered. Another Demon flew overhead and the squad pushed themselves against the building's wall. The Demon landed

 Blaire stood next to the Emperor with his arms crossed, his armor fearsome compared to the Emperor's robes. Behind the two where six platoons of imperial knights, all heavily armored and armed. The small army stood on a hill overlooking a village with a very large temple. The knights looked nervous, even the helmets couldn't conceal it. The Emperor turned to Blaire. "Rally your troops commander; kill all so we may take the sacred temple without outside inference." The Emperor said in a whisper weak voice. Blaire bowed. "Yes, Emperor." He turned to face his knights. "Soldiers! Today we fight for a new era, a new world, a new beginning!"