Asuka, with a mighty roar, flies at the hawk monster at top speed! She flies fast, her whip faster, moving in order to intercept to monstrous hawk!
Simuna stared at said monstrous hawk. It conjured up an image of a roaring angel of burning death and destruction, the hawk, in its speed, flying talons first, directly at the lone, Finnish girl.
She thought of how fast it flew, even after a well aimed-bullet was placed directly into its head. The shot was perfect. It should have died. Yet it dives still.
She thought of fire, and visions of fire, of destruction, the hellfire. The endless void, brought by fire. How close she is to the fire now. She knew she wasn't at all a melee combatant - she didn't even think to bring her SMG. How could she hope to combat the devil that took the visage of a bird? What is a killer of men to do when confronted with the inhuman? So small is man compared to death. The bullet was worthless. Is worthless. Will be, shall be worthless when the gunner is dead. Patriotism won't save her, yet, in truth, it is the first thing she clings to. She wants to go home, to Finland, to Finland, to Finland-
A groan, another Russian curse, but then she recovers her footing, watching her step well enough to throw herself between the talons and Simuna without tumbling. "Move!" she calls over her shoulder, gritting her teeth and preparing for impact in the minuscule time that remains.
How fitting, she thought,
That I would be saved from a monster by a mortal, a Russian. An act made more out instinct than conscious thought, she dives away, back into to snow. The safe, stealthy snow. A friend from home. The monster, it would be to occupied with Yamal to go and look for her. Another act of instinct; Simuna brought out her rifle and looked through the sights.
It was weakened, she realized. Its strength waned. It was damaged by the bullet - her bullet.
The bullet of Finland's greatest sniper.
For the mightiest of things - whether it be the massive armies of Russia, or the world-ending Trespassers, or this damnable,
damnable bird - had a weakness, hidden in their might. Fools were created to confound the wise. Cowards go where angels dare not tread.
As Simuna took aim, she remembered a conversation she had with her father, when she was still young and he was instructing her on how to shoot.
"My father taught me how to hold a gun, and now I will teach you. Have the barrel touch your shoulder, like this. Put your cheek on the stock, and-"
"But papa!" She had interrupted.
"If you take that long just to aim the gun, wouldn't the bird just fly away?"
"Of course - if it sees you. But, you see, little Simuna, if you were to want to shoot a bird, the most important thing is not shooting it, but to be stealthy. Those birds above, their heads are too much in the clouds to pay attention to us, who walk around on the ground. Use that to your advantage.
Now, as I was saying..."The girl's gun begins to freeze.
"Put the stock on your shoulder, like so...
Put your cheek on the stock...
Inhale deeply...""For the Fatherland!""... And exhale as you fire!"
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