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"She's a hostile! OPEN FIRE!"

Lilith looked up in time to see some guards posted on a rooftop aim their rifles at her. She quickly darted back into the safety of the mausoleum, as the hail of bullets tore up the corpse of the guard. "There goes that plan," she muttered.

She figured her cover to be blown now, what with how loud the gunshots were. Backup would likely be on the way. The corpses she had raised earlier were now climbing out of their graves, as well as the guard she had just slain, and they would provide her cover for at least a few moments. She began chanting words to a spell.

Yarneth wasn't attacking he was just standing there, but once the fire from automatic weapons came he stood calmly, quickly moving his arms as he seemed to catch the bullets with on hand. He was actually freezing them, allowing them to disintigrate into harmless microscopic beads against his palm. It was time to complete the opening move.



A beam of bright energy shot from his palm, hitting the gate dead center and freezing it to absolute zero down to the last molecule with-in seconds. The attack would last ten seconds, and when it was over, the gate itself and the walls flanking it for a half a kilometer from the center would be frozen to a temperature of almost absolute zero, a temperature that rendered the most refined steel into shaped dust. Anything on or near that section of the wall would be disintigrated by temperatures cold as the most empty regions of space. By now, Yarneth knew he had already attracted the fire of the heavy artilary.



Ice crystalized instantly, floating above and around Yarneth. The ice acted automatically, of its own accord, to protect the master and his single stone golem. Approaching artilary would be redirected or exploded harmlessly in midair because of the ice sheilds. Which were slates about five meters wide, five meters long, and one meter thick. If disintigrated, they took only a few minutes to reform from other ice crystals in the air.



A massive gust of blizard force winds blew in from behind Yarneth. The wind hit the frozen dust wall at 250 kilometers an hour. The swath of wall Yarneth had frozen blew away like the dust it was. Anyone in the path of the winds would be stripped of their body heat and blown away. A swath of destruction would be all that was left of the western section of the outer city.

"Knock knock," Yarneth said, his eyes glowing frozen blue as he walked calmly into the outer city, "Guess who's there."

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! It was the last thing Captain Endin would hear before him and his squad became pillars of brittle frozen humanity. It would be a painless end, and his crystalized body would sparkle wonderfully as a 250 kph gale disintigrated it and blew his remains over the city.

The first three slugs disintigrated, but not completely, millions of small slugs had been created by the explosions. Anything that was a lump of flesh would still have life, wether it was a remain half an inch across, or several meters long and wide. The little slugs would dive into the ground, and as most of the underground explosives had already gone off and what remained would not be set off by creatures barely bigger than the average mole, badger, or even earth worm.

The slug that had exploded in the air became thousands of little slugs raining over the city, the wall, and the plain. Some would hit the sheilds, disintigrating, others would land in the outer or inner city, immediatly going underground by instinct, some would land on the walls and squirm around, other would land on the flesh of anyone who was exposed and gain power by eating them. Many more would land outside the gates, they would converge and do their thing as well.

They were immune to fire, flames fed them, so anyone who tried it would find burning was out of the question. The only problem, Yarneth had lost control over them, they would now act on instinct, doing as they pleased unless Yarneth devoted a good deal of energy to harness them.

((Wrong, but I will gather more info and argue this point somewhere else. Only light elements such as hydrogen, helium, and certain molecular gasses are reinforced by extreme cold, others are packed so stiffly as to become brittle, rendering the molecular structure unstable and liable to disintigration at the slightest buffet, especially carbon and iron.))

(( This is your entire argument... except that for something brittle to shatter, it has to be broken. You can't shatter a diamond with a breeze, despite how solid and brittle it is. You're going to need to actually hit it pretty hard in order to do more than refrigerate. Not to mention that it's certainly not a flimsy thing in any way; it's what... 20 meters thick? Not exactly snapping icicles. ))



As they ascended, the troops on the Western side would notice the temperature dropping suddenly. By command of the Captain, troops rushed the rest of the way up; even as the walls around them turned into a perverse icebox that chilled even the air they were breathing. To counter the chill; Captain Endin paused for just a moment - and raised the interior temperature of that hallway to a balmy 87 degrees farenheit.

The men rushed out onto the top of the wall; glad to be out of that frigid hell.

The men who had headed into the East tower were not so lucky. Captain Endin was not there to save them, and though Lt. Steele gave the same order and the men rushed as quickly as they could to the top in order to get away from the freeze, not all of them made it. Some grew weak in the cold, some tripped and fell. One stopped to help another up, but neither could stand only seconds later. It was suicide for any of the men to stop for one who had fallen, they were already dead.

Of the 16 men that went in, only 11 came out alive.

As soon as the guards noticed her running back into the shrine, several of them tossed grenades down the hallway, hoping the concussive blasts would damage their foe. As the spare zombies came to move towards the attacking guards, they too, would be shot to pieces by the guns held by the men. In the end, it was a battle of superior numbers. For each guard that was injured by the zombies, many could rush in to kill the ones that remained, and still have enough firepower to kill their zombified comrades.