Board Thread:Fanmade/@comment-32974074-20180806151128/@comment-26912075-20181122235027

Zharkov looked at the man with confusion, before raising his hand to his driver who nodded. The driver pressed a button beneath his steering wheel, which summoned a small gun on the hood of the car, which reached out and silenced the defiant driver with a quick flash. Zharkov nodded as he began to return to his seat. ”Go check on the driver, he may have killed him in his madness.” A scout beside him nodded and ran towards the empty car. As Zharkov’s foot stepped onto the metal side of his seat, he noticed as his gasoline tank burst open. Turning in surprise, he watched in awe as an invisible force moved the gasoline. ”Wh... What?!” Zharkov exclaimed as a crescendo trumpeted from above.

In the sky, a small match dropped to the floor, igniting a portion of the gasoline as Paulie descended towards the figure. ”I don’t know who you are, but...” He stated as several small British sailors appeared on his shoulder and tossed several grenades towards the figure, connecting to it as their fuse cane to nil. ”You won’t defeat the Dynasty so easily. This is the punishment for your crude way of fighting. Rule Britannia.” Just then, a large explosion, helped by the burning gasoline erupted around the figure.