1943, in a base somewhere in Western Europe, a Liberian witch was in a hurry. Considering their usual personality, this is quite a surprise.

Oh crap, not again!

That was the single thought that raced through the witch's head, as she quickly took a shower, got her uniform on, and dashed towards the mess hall. This is what happens when you play poker all night with the base personnel!

Fauna Pool was her name, and she continued to curse herself silently. She was as tall as any average Liberian female, and had orange hair that reached to her neck, and eyes as blue as the sky. In fact, she had a stunning resemblance to United States Army Air force witch Charlotte E. Yeager, only separated by uniform, hair length, and bust size, where Fauna lost by half.

She pushed the entrance door to the mess hall aside, and quickly got into the back of the line. Come on… Come on!... But as it came to her turn, she sighed as luck was not with her this morning.

No more Monday morning pancakes… She thought sadly, as the mess officer poured her a bowl of milk and corn flakes. She accepted her fate, which was in the form of cereal, and brought it over to where the other witches were sitting. She slumped into the chair next to her friend, Sandy.

"Good morning, Fauna. Sleep well?" Sandy asked, sipping a cup of black coffee. Fauna just nodded in defeat, and put a spoonful of roasted flakes in her mouth. Sandrina V. Radley-Walters was a Faraway Land witch, with long, light-brown hair and looked like a Gallian. She was also slightly shorter than Fauna, which was obvious as they sat next to eachother. Sandy smiled, and pulled at something next to her, putting it in front of Fauna. "I knew you'd be late, so I got it for you."

Fauna looked up from her bowl, and saw a plate of three, neatly stacked pancakes, drizzled with maple syrup before her. Her eyes gleamed with joy, and she hugged Sandy. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she exclaimed, proceeding to push the poor bowl of cereal aside and digging into the pancakes with a fork.

The witch sitting across from Fauna scoffed. "Mind your table manners, Pool," said Jennifer Ekins, a Britannian witch. She had long, blond hair, which she tied into a pony tail, and was surprisingly the owner of the biggest mountains in the battalion. "It's bad enough Sandrina saved it for you," she continued.

Fauna gulped down what was in her mouth, and scowled at Jennifer. "Hey, she's the reason why we get a shipment of maple syrup every month!" she growled, taking notice of the clean plate in front of Ekins. Jennifer's cheeks became red, and she puffed her cheeks.

"Calm down, Jen," said the girl next to her. She was Jessica Gorman, also a Britannian witch. She also had long, blond hair, but let it loose. She was always with Jennifer since they were small, and the bond between them was very clear. "Alright then…" Ekins muttered, and she downed her tea.

Satisfied, Fauna continued to eat her pancakes. "Well, if it isn't the animal!" exclaimed a witch that finally noticed Fauna. Her name was Karlyn Knispel, a Karlslander. She had short, messy, brown hair, and was the most laid back in the battalion. But she was also Karlsland's top ground ace, destroying more ground Neuroi than any other tank witch in the war.

"You shouldn't make fun of your subordinates, Kar," said Marelda Wittmann, the battalion commander. She had long, neatly brushed, light-brown hair. Also a Karlslander, she is another top ace from the country, just below Knispel.

"But technically, she is," noted a blond haired witch, "for 'fauna' is Latin for 'animal'." She was Odetta Carius, a legendary witch within tank witch groups for her actions in Orussia. Despite being an excellent Tiger witch, she decided to continue using the Pz 38 (t) strikers, eventually upgrading to a prototype called the Pz 38 (t) nA, for she was an even better scout.

"Ja, and her abilities say so too," said Odetta's grey haired friend, Johanna Boelter. Johanna was the tallest witch in the 401st, which differed from Odetta being the shortest. But due to the two being closely related in combat and practice, they are very close friends.

"Honestly, you shouldn't talk about people when they're eating…" muttered Emma Barkmann. Emma Barkmann had dark-brown hair, and was often the least talkative. "That's true!" exclaimed the youngest witch, Lara Latapie, a Gallian with short, blond hair.

Fauna swallowed the last bite of her pancake, and sighed. "Well, so much for a good breakfast…" she mumbled. She then takes a swig of milk, and gets up. "I'm gonna go practice some shooting with the others…" And she walked away.

"Wait!" shouted a girl, who caught up to Fauna right before she opened the exit. It was Kanako Nishizawa, but her countrymen called her Nishizawa Kanako. She had long, jet black hair, and came all the way from Fuso, bringing her Type 1 Chi-He strikers and her katana, which was currently at her waist.

"Oh, hey Kanako," Fauna said, "you wanna tag along?" Panting, Kanako answered, "Yes, Fauna-san!" She was tired from the sprint she had to make from the table to the door. "Alright, but it looks like you're not fit yet, so we're going to jog all the way there!" Fauna said, flashing a wide grin. "H-Haik!" was her answer, and they jogged through the base.


By the time they had reached the garage, Kanako had fallen over onto her knees. "So tired…" she muttered, panting. Fauna chuckled, and put a bottle of water under her nose. "Don't stop now, we have some targets to shoot!" Kanako took the water gratefully, and said, "arigato… Fauna-san."

Fauna went over to her striker stand, finding the M4A1(76)W model, which allowed her to carry the 76mm M1A1 Witch Gun, which was currently standing next to the striker, with several magazines ready for use. She hopped in, an aura of magic enveloping her, a pair of rabbit ears folding out of her head, and a white, bushy tail growing at the end of her spine. The sound of the Sherman's magic engine roared, and she shouted, "Pool, rolling out!" She then proceeds to move forward, picking her 76mm gun on the move.

Meanwhile, Kanako was still getting in her striker. She stuck her feet into the Type 1 Chi-He strikers, and the magic engine came to life, her familiar also appearing, the usual fox of many Fuso witches. "Nishizawa, moving!" She then picks up her Type 1, 47mm Witch Gun. They both made their way to the firing range, where several other witches had gathered.

"Hey look, Fauna and Kanako are here!" shouted the Romagnian girl, Alicia Carpaneto. She had long, light-brown hair, and was wearing the Carro Armato P40 heavy strikers; but were medium strikers by other country's standards. She also held its Ansaldo 75mm L/34 Witch Gun. "Good of you to join us," greeted the red haired Orussian, Elizaveta Lavrinenko, holding a 76,2mm F-34 Witch Gun and wearing the reliable T-34 strikers.

"Shhh, be quiet you two, Marjatta's taking the shot…" whispered Ellen Halonen, a very light hair colored Suomi witch. She had the StuH 42 strikers on, and was holding the explosive 105mm leFH 18 Witch Gun, capable of blowing Neuroi formations apart. A witch who was crouching next to her fires her gun, creating an ear deafening sound (that the witches have gotten used to by now), destroying an already wrecked half-track.

The witch stood up with a satisfied grin. "Top that, Pool!" challenged Marjatta Saurio, a blond Suomi witch, with StuG III strikers and the 75mm L/48 Witch Gun. Fauna pumped her fist, and yelled, "I sure as hell will!" The six witches spent the rest of the day topping each other's shots, as the Neuroi decided to give them the day off.

But will they be so lucky tomorrow?...

Next time, on Rolling Witches!

Fauna: Well, seems today is a good day to-

?: Screee!