Cote d’Azure
The soldiers would be able to then see a massive thunderstorm, and then, what looked like a meteor coming from the heavens in the middle of the swarm of hounds. The meteor would scream faster and faster, and then land with a mighty blow in the middle of the swarm, sending a large number of them flying about.
They then would see the gribblies begin flying about some more, and the sudden, erupting sounds of gunfire from inside the Horde, along with random explosions, gusts of what looked like snowfall, and even the odd lightning storm from within the Horde.
Then, the soldiers would begin hearing loud, angry shouts to go along with all of this. Shouts delivered in a stern German accent softened by years in Northern California, accompanied by sounds of squishing and the roars of the monsters.
“FUCKING RASCALS! FUCKING BASTARDS! YOU DO NOT EAT THESE PEOPLE! NOT TODAY NOT ANYDAY NOT NOW!”
Before long, the shouts’ source would be revealed. A tall, blonde woman, wearing a blazing red uniform, with one eye green and one eye red. She wore little, if anything, in the way of personal protection. Not a helmet, and only a pistol on her belt and maybe a small pouch on the side of her belt. She could be seen letting out side kicks with great force and karate chops with even greater force. Whatever she was doing was causing a lot of damage, as gribblies were falling left and right. The woman even picked up one of them and used it as a club before tossing it into the air. As she did so, the woman seemed to emit sheer, unalloyed rage from her eyes, along with a feral scream.
Of course, alongside her were others in red uniforms with black gas masks and M1 Helmets, although they had rifles. These were Kalashnikov rifles with glowing blades sticking out the front, hacking and slashing and firing long controlled bursts out at the creatures--bursts which seemed to make them explode on contact. They could also be seen making gestures with their hands, tossing fireballs and gusts of wind and even hailstorms from their hands at the hounds. One hand with a rifle, the other hand casting.
As the group in front of them began cutting through the hordes with a swathe of intense fire and even more intense shouting, the angry woman seemed to come closer. However as she approached them, she held up her hands and waved a white handkerchief.
With a loud shout, she asked, “Are you all alright?!” As she did this, she let out a back kick, and punted a hound further back. As she said this, the sky would begin to show a lot more activity in the form of aircraft coming from the heavens.