A/N:YES! Login finally works! I mean, what the hell happened? Somebody forgot to sacrifice a chicken again?

No reviews? Oh well. Guess that's the way life is. Really sorry, but I seem to have misplaced my USB containing PotM chapter 6, so you will have to wait longer if I can't find it.


From the journal of Homura, Ministra Magi of Fate Averruncus, day unknown, month unknown

Today, we met some really rude men. Calling Fate-sama a Halfling. Wait, it was two Halflings standing on top of each other with the one on top having bleached his hair. That's it.

We were walking in the forest when we stumbled some war party consisting of real Halflings and apparent Trolls. We drove it off with ease and then the villagers we "saved" had the nerve to call us Halflings. Hadn't it been for Fate-sama, they would have been dead. Whether it is by the Halflings or by me.

At least they gave us a chance. They have a lot of men captured by these minor creatures, so we are to get them back. Apparently, it feels like we are just a band of travelling adventurers to them.

Well, I guess it doesn't hurt to be called an adventurer at least. That's pretty much what we are right now until the Tower is fully restored.


It is sunset as the band of magi approach the slave camp. For being such ruthless beings, Halflings aren't really that good in concealing their tracks. They were encamped outside a large wooden palisade with few guards up in a tower that had no roof and was accessible by a stair. Not a steep one, more of one you only needed to take 15 steps and then you were at the top. The rest of the camp was lightly guarded by Halflings.

"It's almost too easy." Tsukuyomi said, sharpening her blades for the coming slaughter of the tiny humanoids. This wasn't going to be as good her battles with Setsuna-sempai, but she needed to warm up.

"Let's not assume things are too easy." Tamaki said to the group's psychotic swordswoman. "There could be more somewhere hidden out of our sight."

"Good. More lambs to the slaughter."

"Hold on, Tsukuyomi-san." Fate said, holding his hand in front of her. "Tamaki can be right." He took quick reconnaissance of the area both in and around the camp. "Koyomi and Shiori, take the upper hill on the other side of the river. Bombard them as soon as you get up there with magic arrows only. We don't want to be hit by anything big. Once their tower is vacant, due to the rush out of the guards in there or we clear them out, I want Shirabe up there to keep watch for any reinforcements, and halt them with your artefact. Homura, Tamaki, you two are support, you move in only when we need backup. Tsukuyomi and I rush from the front once the magic arrows from Koyomi and Shiori start their impact."

"Oh, you have a lot of experience, Master. There haven't been many Overlords who had such effective plans in store. I'm moved." The telepathic link between Gnarl and the group of travelling villains in the field was still strong. The little old creature is keeping a keen watch on them and they could hear something of a sniff on the other side.

"Gnarl, it is touching that you think of it that way, but I need you to be ready for any reconnaissance if needed." Fate informs his new advisor.

"Ah yes, Sire. I'll keep a watch out for Trolls. You know, those big blobs of-"

"I figured that much, Gnarl. Let's move."

Everybody took his or her respective positions. Koyomi and Shiori took their position on a hill on the other side of the river next to the palisade, overlooking the encampment.

"Hold on." Koyomi said out of the blue. "Gnarl, you were listening when those peasants before called us Halflings, right?"

"Yes, of course, Milady. How very rude. You're more like the Dark Elves. Ooh, maybe they will heed the Tower's call again soon." Gnarl started off when Koyomi coughed to get his attention. "Sorry. I get carried away easily. We should punish them when we get back."

"Now that I like." Koyomi said as she fired off the first missile.

The bombardment took the Halflings by surprise when they landed, causing the guards to panic. At the same time as they were fully awake, the front gate was brutally opened, revealing a grinning young girl with black eyes and a sword with an accompanying dagger in her hands, followed by a white haired human boy leading a minor horde of Minions. The Halflings gained enough sense finally to mount a counterattack, but failed to notice that the boy was a magic user. Small darts of stone shot into the necks of the guards, if they had any necks at all; they were that fat from all the food. Fate was having it way too easy when a rock hit against his barrier just an inch away from his head.

"They're throwing rocks! Primitives!" Gnarl's voice cried inside his head. Fate looked at the tower where the apparent rock throwers were. He merely responded by swinging his arm at it, and a boulder the size of the tower smashed into it. "Nice shot, Sire." Gnarl commented his new master with a hint of fright in his voice.

Shirabe took her place on the boulder and began her lookout. Here's a little readers should know. Relying on her ears is not enough. Shirabe is also able to feel the energy of someone else, passively. Her own magical capabilities allow her to do so, and that is how it came to that she just kicked off a Halfling that had climbed up the boulder to get to her with his little sword, and she didn't even flinch.

More guards came and she responded to their presence with her fiddle. It is a highly powerful weapon if you had experience as a fighter. That or you could just have gone to music school and practiced on fiddles specifically. You could say that she went there first and then went into battle.

In a matter of minutes, the fight was over. Or should I say slaughter. Not a single Minion had been killed in the fighting. Every Halfling in sight, save one, had been sliced to pieces, turned into stone, or been mortally wounded to be dying on the field without any help.

Fate was standing over the guard that was seemingly unharmed. But if you take a closer look, his legs were slowly being turned into stone, as a means to prolong the suffering. But Fate had a reason to do it.

"I'll only ask this once. How many guards are in the slave camp?" He stated to the guard looking at him from the ground. The guard merely hackled in his own language and attempted to spit in Fate's face. Only it bounced off his barrier. Fate merely responded by letting the petrifaction consume him completely.

"I believe he said "More than enough to kill all of you humans." That or he really needed to go to a bathroom. I feel like going with the former."

"So do I, Gnarl." Fate responded to his evil advisor. He gestured for the girls to follow him as they entered the gate to the slave camp.


It was night as they had infiltrated the camp. There were no guards so far and they had only encountered two villagers outside the inner gates. One complained that he had calluses and that his hands used to be beautiful. Now they are just covered in scraps.

"Are you kids going to be okay? I mean, the camp is defended by rock throwers." The other one, holding a pickaxe said worried about them. Although they didn't really buy the leering look he had in his eye.

"We'll be fine!" Koyomi said not happy by the way he looked at her specifically. Must be her ears. "Where we come from, you can even join the army at the age of thirteen. We can handle some fat Halflings."

"Primitives, I tell you. They should have bows, or slings, or maybe-" Gnarl started before hearing a fake cough from Tamaki. "Sorry."

They continued on until they reached the ramparts constructed for Halflings. Too small for humans, they were very well constructed, covering as many angles as possible. If the Halflings did have bows, then any attacker to this place was in for a real nasty surprise. Although the band of magi was no ordinary attacker.

"So, what plan are we going to use here, Fate-han?" Tsukuyomi asked the leader of the small army of magic wandering freely causing a bit of mayhem one place at a time. Fate merely observed the place for a brief second.

"I've got one order for you only here, Tsukuyomi-san." He said.

"And what's that?" Tsukuyomi asked with a blank appearance on her face.

"Go buck wild for all I care."

That was the only order a psychotic, blood-thirsty sword wielder needed in life. Make it a girl with a lesbian crush on someone and you are in real trouble.


A/N: Use your imagination for what happened afterwards, I for one suck at making details like this. Though having an animation running through my head only applies to my nightmares, really. Oh, and it turned out to be my dad's USB, and I will get the chapter back after the break. Sorry for the delay.