I: Hi! I'm back with chapter 2!

Dilandau: And what a stupid title!

I: Sorry, I havn't had a better idea...

Dilandau: The next time, choose a better one...

I: For example?

Dilandau. Don't know. It's your story.

I: Hah, confess it: you don't know a better title too, Dilly-chan!

Dilandau: Nani!? Don't call me so again!

I: Okay, Dilandau-chan.

Dilandau: It's Dilandau-SAMA for you! Understand!?

I: Hey, I'm older then you! You're a 15 years old boy!

Dilandau: Yes, but I have this...

I: Uhm, Dilandau, where have you got this flamethrower?

Dilandau: Uhahahahaha......MOEROOOOOOOOO!!!!

I: Noooooooooooooooo!


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Chapter 2


Have you already seen Master Dilandau this morning?, asked Guimel the other Dragonslayers as he bit in his roll. It was early in the morning, still dark outside, and the Slayers sat together and have their breakfast.

, answered Dallet with a full mouth. He swallowed the last piece of his roll down and said: There are a few rumors...

, Shesta looked suprised. What kind of rumors?

That Lord Folken has forbidden Dilandau-sama to fight.

,now Shesta was confused. Shall we fight against Berschuk without Dilandau-sama?

It seemed, that Lord Dilandau doesn't feel well yesterday., Gatti explained to Shesta.

Maybe someone should go to him..., came Miguel's suggestion. Everyone looked at him. Uhmm, I mean to look if he's okay...

Yes, and because it's your suggestion Miguel, you will go!, Dallet has placed his hand on Miguel's shoulder and grined at him.

Oh, come on guys. It was only an idea. I'm sure he's fine!, Miguel tried to rescue himself. He knew, that it wouldn't be wise to go to Dilandau now, although he would let go any other slayer to take a look at their commander...as long as he don't need to go.

Hey! Has anybody looked at a clock recently? We must go!, came suddenly Guimel's voice.

Oh, shit!, was the general answer from the others. Only Miguel let out a deep sigh. They all stood up and went in the diretion of the hangar, where the Guymelef's are.

And what about Dilandau-sama?, asked Shesta on their way.

I don't know. Maybe he's already there?, was the reply from Gatti. And now come on. Let's move a little bit faster, or we will come to late.

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Gatti was right. Dilandau was already there as the Dragonslayers entered the hangar. His back was turned to them and he was discussing with another soldier.

But...but Lord Folken said..., the poor soldier tried to explain.Sweat drops run down from his face and he looked very anxious.

I don't care what Folken said!, Dilandau grabbed at the collar from the young man and throw him out of his way. Then he turned around and glanced at his Slayers.

Ah, at last!, he snorted at them. Move in your Guymelef's! NOW!

H...Hai, Dilandau-sama!, came the reply from everyone and they move fast to the waiting Alseides.

As soon as they were all inside of their Guymelef's, Dilandau move to his own, the only red Alseides. As he climbed in,a terrible cough escaped him.Immediately, the intercom crackels to life and he heard Gatti's worried voice: Is everything alright, Dilan dau-sama?

'Damn intercom', Dilandau thought. Louder he said to Gatti: Concentrate on the battle! I don't want to see one scratch on your Alseides! Understood!?

Dilandau began to move forwards as the hangar opens. He brought his red Guymelef in the flight mode and flew in the direction where the battle would be, the other Dragonslayers on his heel.

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, called the soldier as he entered the room, from where the battles are observed.

Are the Dragonslayers on their way to Berschuk?, the strategist asked.

But Lord Dilandau is gone with them.

Folken took a deep look at the soldier. I have ordered not to let him go into his Guymelef.

I'm sorry, Lord Folken, but there was nothing I could do. Forgive me., he bend his head and waited of an answer from his master.

Go back to work., was his only reply. The soldier nods and went away.

Why can't you follow orders, Dilandau?, spoke Folken quiet to himself. Then he took a step to a console and pushed a button.

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The Intercom inside Dilandau's Guymelef crackels again, but this time it was none of his Slayers.

Dilandau, what have I told you yesterday?

Ah, Folken. I was wondering, when I would hearing from you., he giggled. You're late.

Folken's voice was steady as he answered: That's not funny, Dilandau. You will come back...now!

You can't call me back, Folken. We're almost there. And nobody can stop me, when there's a battle to win.

Folken knew that Dilandau was right. To stop him now, is as would you try to stop a train with your bare hands.

Alright, Dilandau. But this will have a consequence., with this words, Folken turned the intercom off.

Ha, the only consequence will be, that Zaibach has won another battle., growled Dilandau to himself. With a movement, he brought his Alseides nearer to the ground. Nearer to Berschuk. Nearer to their battle. His battle.

'We're almost there', he thought with a smile on his face. A smile, that would anybody give a cold shiver.

Alright. We go down here. A few kilometres away from Berschuk., he told the other Slayers via Intercom. A few seconds later, the Alseides stood steady on the ground.

Are we using the stealth cloaks?, asked Shesta his commander.

Yes, but only to suprise them.

Didn't they know that we are coming?, Shesta asked again.

Oh, I'm sure they know., Dilandau grined. I even hope it. That would bring more fun it this matter.

As he ended his sentence, he wrapped the stealth cloak around his Guymelef and moved towards the city of Berschuk. The Dragonslayers also used their cloaks, to become invisible, and followed their leader.

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General Nedous!, cried a young man as he ran towards a group of soldiers. He stopped before an older man and took some deep breaths. They...they...are coming!At least six Zaibach Guymelef's!

, the older one muttered. That means stealth cloaks, crima claw's, Flamethrowers and so on.... From which direction are they coming?, the last sentence was directed to the young man, who has brought the message over the arrival of the Alseides .

From the north, General.

Good. We will await them., he turned around and faced his soldiers. Prepare the weapon.



End chapter 2