The deafening outworldly horn of the Platoon echoes through the búnker as the towering monstrosity approaches you with it's commander

"Hm. Aren't you impatient~?"

The Sylvian Trooper spoke with seductive and sadistic satisfaction, she just whips her whip and points towards you.

"Our time is coming to a close. There is no need for us in the new world. The war might be over but Kaiser gave us this one last thrill ride. We get to dance in the red rain one last time. Let's make it count, shall we~?"

She motions at the living amalgamation of corpses behind her, the marriage of flesh and steel aims it's cannon at you as if it was a living tank.