Author's Note: I do not own RWBY or World of Tanks.
Chapter One
"So, uh, Rubes," Yang murmured, "Not to doubt you, but… you know where we're going, right?"
"Nope," Ruby answered. Yang stopped in surprise. Behind her, Blake balked, "What?"
Weiss sighed heavily, and Yang nodded, "So maybe we should've gone with Jaune and the others."
"Or we could have gone with my suggestion," Weiss chimed in. Ruby retorted, "Th-They don't know either! So we should spread out-"
"And they'll find the way back," Blake finished, "While we end up stuck in here."
Ruby paused a moment, then shook her head, "They'll guide us back."
"Outside interference isn't allowed!" Weiss pointed out, and Yang noted, "But they're not really outside, since they're students."
"Yeah," Ruby nodded, and Weiss sighed heavily, while Blake questioned, "Do you really think Goodwitch will go with that?"
There was a long moment of silence. None of the girls really had a response. Blake had made the statement, so she didn't have one. Weiss agreed, but was still pressing her head into her palm in disappointment. Yang was vacillating between defending her little sister or yelling at the person who'd gotten her stuck in the stupid forest. And Ruby was simply giving an awkward smile, hoping that everyone would see that she'd at least had good intentions.
Finally, the silence was broken- not by any of the girls, though. No, instead it was broken by the roar of an engine coming to life, to their right- incidentally, the way the girls should have been going, which was south. They'd gathered their needed relics, and so were supposed to return to turn them in. Weiss gasped, "Civilized people at last!"
Quickly, she headed away, while Ruby followed behind, saying, "W-Wait up, partner!"
"Yeah, you've got a snake in yer boot!" Yang joked. No one laughed, and she sighed, realizing her attempt to lighten the mood was for naught. Quietly, she and Blake followed behind the other duo, and so only heard when Ruby marveled, "What is that?"
"Could the driver of the vehicle please step out?" Weiss asked. Yang and Blake finally got close enough to see the spectacle, and found quite possibly the oddest thing they'd ever seen in their life. The thing was made entirely of harsh, angular metal- a surprise for its immense size. It was clearly a car… ish. It had wheels, at least, but the wheels only had one tire, which simply looped around them all, and seemed a bit too loose. It was far, far too long to really be a car, too, save maybe a stretch limo. The height was another issue; Ruby, standing next to it, only barely reached the top… of its lower section. To the rear, there was seemingly another section on top, one the size of another, though more normal, car- though lacking wheels, obviously. Instead, it seemed embedded in the lower portion, and it reached from the very rear to a little less than halfway across. The gun embedded in the upper portion, on the other hand, reached straight through the remaining slightly-more-than-half and even further beyond.
"Look, look, it's a travel lock!" Ruby bubbled, pointing at a seemingly random bit of metal on the front, "I've heard that Atlas have these sorts of guns on their trains! Oh, and the SDC!"
"This isn't an SDC train," Weiss informed, while Ruby headed to the upper portion to ogle at a machine gun on the machine's right. Blake agreed, "What's that bulgy bit?"
"Uh, maybe we should ask?" Yang pointed out, walking around the vehicle. Ruby answered, "Oh, it's bore evacuator."
Perhaps because she didn't know what a bore evacuator was, or perhaps because she'd already been doing so, Yang continued her little circle, yelling, "Hello?"
Now facing it horizontally, the width of the thing became apparent- as wide perhaps as one and a half, maybe two, cars. Not as gargantuan as its other traits, but oddly large nonetheless. More importantly, on the back of the upper section was a circular, hatch-looking thing. Quickly, Yang jumped and smacked the hatch, yelling, "Hey, open up!"
"Obviously they wish to keep their privacy," Weiss said, and Blake agreed, "Yeah. Just a secret SDC weapon, no need to worry I'm sure."
"The Schnee Dust Company has nothing to do with this, I assure you," Weiss retorted, and Ruby gasped, "I'm getting to see a new gun!"
She quickly leapt up onto the bit of the lower portion which the gun barrel overhung, and hugged that gun barrel. It was nearly as wide a hug as she would give a normal person- because the gun was nearly as wide as a normal person. Yang piped up, "Uh, guys? There's another."
Ruby quickly pried herself away, then gasped, "It's even weirder!"
It seemed impossible to Blake for such a thing to be true, but she nevertheless headed over to gawk at the thing. And, sure enough, it was weirder. The thing before almost seemed elegant compared to the new craft- also made of metal. Beneath sheets of metal on the side, one could just about see wheels with the same, single-tire design. It, too, was divided into two portions- and, in fact, the lower portion seemed fairly pretty, in an odd way. It was also perhaps a bit lower and significantly less long than the other thing's lower portion, though it was a little hard to tell.
The upper portion, though… it was just a box. A box with a gun equally as large as the other inside it, protruding out the front and stretching far past where the lower portion ended. The most that could be said of the box was that it was ridged a little, opening up from a large box where the gun protruded to an enormous box at the other end. No, enormous wasn't right; the large box was taller than any of the girl's, and the end of the box could have comfortably had Weiss standing on Ruby's shoulders.
"Hey, this one has a door," Yang noted. Weiss cautioned, "Don't bother them."
"Hey, come out!" Yang said anyways, loud enough that it probably could've been heard through the door. For a moment, she waited, then warned, "Stand back from the door!"
Blake circled around to see what Yang was about to do, and saw that she was correct in saying that there was a door back there. It was, wholly and entirely, an enormous metal door… and Yang fired at the dirt, slamming herself into it. A loud metal ringing sound echoed through the forest… and Yang fell to the ground, the door having not even been dented.
"Damnit!" Yang yelled, "Can't you open the door!"
She slammed herself into it again, with equal success. Blake noted, "Maybe it's a fake door."
"Maybe I could go in through the gun!" Ruby said. Yang retorted, "Ruby, it's…"
She trailed off. Weiss sighed, "It is wide enough, I suppose."
"Yeah!" Ruby cheered, then turned into a red swirl. Quickly, the red swirl went up to the gun… then unfurled into Ruby, falling unceremoniously to the ground. Weiss noted, "Or not."
"I-It was wide enough!" Ruby said. Then, abruptly, the thing moved. No, moved isn't quite the right term- moved is too ambiguous. It'd allow a monstrous steel construct to go slow, but the thing didn't go slow- it backed up quickly, turning a little as it did in a thoroughly odd way. Then it sped off, going the direction opposite the first thing- and towards a few more metal monsters, interestingly.
"Bye mister… uh… barn!" Ruby said. Yang murmured, "Uh, guys?"
She pointed back at the first thing, which was turning too- and though it was slower, it was still faster than it should have been. More importantly, its upper section must have turned first, and turned fast, because it was pointing at all of them. Pointing its gun, too.
"H-Hi," Ruby murmured, "What's your caliber?"
There was no response, as the thing kept turning- then, abruptly, sped away. Ruby shrieked, swiftly diving out of its path. Yang fumed, "HEY!"
The thing nearly drove over her, too, before she jumped onto its lower portions top. Quickly, she jumped from there onto the top of the upper portion, shouting, "That's my sister!"
The thing stopped. Everything in the world seemed to stop, as everyone waited for the massive metal construct to do something. Finally, from a circular part to the right of the thing, a woman popped out, shouting, "I haven't the faintest idea of what's happened to your tank, but get off, please. The situation's rather-"
Her speech turned quickly to a scream of surprise, as Yang grabbed the woman by the scruff of her coat- a rather beautiful red coat, with a very small black color and some epaulette-like black bits on the shoulder, as well as gold buttons. More importantly, Yang grabbed the woman by the scruff of that coat, revealing that she was in a just about knee-length black skirt. Perhaps most importantly, though, Yang lifted the woman entirely out of her vehicle, holding her in the air. Quickly, the woman's demeanor changed, her legs shaking slightly without firm ground to hold them on as she stuttered, "I-I- uh-"
"Apologize to my sister!" Yang demanded, and the woman begged, "I-I'm j-just the TC! I-It's the driver you want- g-g-go batter his hatch! O-Or better yet, l-let me down and I'll tell the buffoon to c-come out."
Yang unceremoniously dropped the woman, as Weiss said, "We could also use her help, if we're done antagonizing her."
Almost as soon as she was done with that statement, the woman- now back inside the safety of her thing- shouted, "Carney, g-get us moving! Ribbans, m-move the bloody turret and shake her off!"
Quickly, the hatch the woman had opened was slammed shut, and then the vehicle rumbled forward again, as its upper portion started rapidly turning about. Yang quickly danced with her footing, surprised at how smooth the movement was but still needing to get used to there being movement. It only took a moment, though, before she had steady enough footing to bend over and pry at the hatch.
"Clear off, will you?" came a new voice- a man, garbed in khaki clothes, black boots, and a black beret- leaning out the door in the back of the other metal monstrosity. Ruby greeted, "Can I come in?"
"Good God- she's gone mad!" the man yelled, seeing the first vehicle rapidly approaching his own, "Commander, we'd best move!"
"I can damned well see that!" someone still inside the metal thing yelled, just as the vehicle started moving. The maneuver barely averted a collision, as the woman came out of her hatch again to apologize, "Terribly sorry, but-"
And once again, Yang lifted her out. This time, the man in the barn-like machine was around to see, and laughed- then glanced at Ruby, rapidly approaching, and slammed the door. The girl, undeterred, continued running at the vehicle even as it drove away, and Weiss ran after her. Yang jumped off the vehicle she was on, as the woman stammered, "P-Please- w-w-without me th-the crew won't b-be able to spot th-the Bosh when he charges and-"
"Say sorry," Yang reiterated, dropping the woman to the grass. The woman sat, gasping for a few moments, then pointed out, "W-Well i-if you'd j-just known to stay c-clear enough out of the way- h-had a little respect for-"
Yang pumped her fist, which in turn pumped Ember Celica, racking a slug for firing with a very audible noise. The woman gasped at the sound, then stuttered, "B-By Jove, y-you w-w-wouldn't k-kill me o-over something s-so small! I-It w-w-wasn't e-even an accident, n-nothing h-happened!"
Yang pumped her other fist. Blake finally interjected, "We aren't going to kill you," she said, glaring heavily at Yang, "But you should apologize."
The woman sighed, then nodded, "V-Very well. I-I've b-been, ah, been made to do things I've not agreed with before, so, ah- I sincerely apologize for my conduct."
"That's not good enough!" Yang shot, "You could have killed us!"
The woman scrambled with her feet, kicking away. Too slow, though- Yang grabbed her by the arm this time, lifting the woman lopsidedly as she stammered and hemmed and hawed nothing in particular. Blake shot, "Yang!"
Yang looked over, and Blake might've said something. She probably did, even- her mouth was open and all. But it went unheard over a mighty, thundering boom. The woman said, "W-We've been engaged- I need in my tank, n-now!"
Yang huffed, then let the woman go. Quickly, she scurried off, elbowing past Blake while her head scanned around. By this point, both vehicles were gone; so, we'll join them where they were.
"Wow…" Ruby murmured in wonderment, watching as another steel beast lumbered its way through the Emerald Forest. And, finally, lumbered really is the correct term to describe the mass of metal that was moving, smashing down trees in its path like a foot turning grass. This new one was different from the others, though- it seemed bigger, and its front was a steeper angle. As well, its turret only looked to be angled at the sides, with a flat front from which protruded two guns- both still being massive cannons.
BOOM!
To call the sound an explosion would be to describe it far, far too lightly. What Ruby had been in that morning had been explosion- air moving very rapidly outwards due to a high-pressure interaction- namely, the oxidation of near-pure Fire Dust. It had banged up her Aura, and would probably have killed a normal person, and did result in the concrete getting a few new cracks, but that was all. It was simply an explosion.
The sound they heard wasn't merely a sound- it was a physical ripple through the air. The primary noise was the gun of the barn-like construct they were standing beside firing- itself a great thundering boom, as just over seventy pounds of gunpowder detonated to send a one-hundred eighty-three millimeter shell away at such speed as to produce a tremendous sonic boom. So forceful was that explosion, so great its shockwave- and thus effect on the local air pressure- that the air itself moving produced a second sonic boom of its own, amplifying the noise beyond anything anyone in Beacon had ever heard.
More than the noise, the sudden changes in pressure resulted in winds- great, forceful winds that knocked Weiss over and forced Ruby to stab her scythe quickly in the ground. A tree nearby was splintered, its upper part torn asunder from its trunk by the gale. The dusty earth and even smaller rocks were sent flying around the vehicle, coming up in a great plume of dust.
BOOM!
Scarcely had the wind from the first firing died down before the other metal vehicle, just off to the girls left and sandwiching them, fired its gun, too. The gun was identical, so it was really only the finer points of fluid dynamics that were changed due to the other vehicle's barrel being closer to the ground and the vehicle's lower portion. Nothing that affected the sound too much, since most of it was from particles breaching the sound barrier. This didn't much matter to Ruby and Weiss, though, who were by that second sound completely deafened.
Had they been able to hear, they would then have heard a third explosion, one much further off and much different. The metal beast in the distance which Ruby had been observing was one with its own guns, and naturally its own ammunition- ammunition which detonated in response to the tremendous weight of fire that merely two one-hundred eighty-three millimeter guns produced. In an instant, its dull grey steel was blackened from superheating, the people within those steel walls practically vaporized. The driver in particular, sitting in the lower portion of the vehicle and behind the exact plate of steel that both rounds shattered through, was torn completely asunder in a most violent and gory manner.
And then there was silence, save for the licking of a fire started from the fuel of the destroyed vehicle's engine starting to uncontrollably burn. Silence in particular between Ruby and Weiss, who glanced at each other, hearing ringing. Weiss quickly stood up, brushing the dirt off her pristine white dress as she grumbled something- and was startled to find that she couldn't hear her own speech. Afraid, she looked at Ruby, who said something cheerful and awestruck about having been around such cannons firing- something that went completely unheard.
Also unheard was the approach of yet another steel beast. It was smaller than the others- its lower portion was about the size of the barn-thing's lower portion, though without the skirts on the side and showing, rather lewdly, its bare wheels and single tire. The upper portion was what truly made it different- it was scarcely half the height of the others, and had a smooth, round look to it. This was disturbed only by the gun, a separate- also smoothly rounded- plate from which the gun stuck, a pair of hatches in the top, and a wire-like cage on the back of the thing.
Perhaps the strangest thing, though, was its speed. Much has been made of the strangely fast nature of the two big-gun vehicles. But the speed of this newcomer dwarfed even those, probably moving as fast as Yang's motorcycle, maybe even faster. Despite this, the gun was disturbingly steady, even as it pointed forward while the whole vehicle rolled and leaped over bumps and cracked through trees.
Boom!
The gun fired, sending a shell narrowly above the vehicle to Ruby and Blake's left. A few seconds later and a few miles distant, it finally landed, easily spearing through an Ursa as it did. In the here and now- such as that exists when still speaking in the past tense- the vehicle continued speeding along, still unnoticed by any of the group. It was only as it came within scarcely a hundred yards of the vehicles that anyone noticed- and the closer of them reversed, perhaps in a brash move to cut off the new vehicle. It didn't work, though- the vehicle gracefully flicked away, its upper portion turning to keep the gun still pointed at the attempted rammer.
Boom!
And it fired again, sending up a plume of dust. Still, both unmounted girls saw the new vehicle as it sped past, making a loop around both of the larger vehicles-
BOOM!
-and avoiding a probably rather hasty shot by the barn-like vehicle. What followed was a hectic mess, as both of the vehicles maneuvered around crazily, scraping and bumping each other from lack of coordination. Ruby and Weiss swiftly left, barely managing to not be run over by the third vehicle, which simply made a wide circle around its confused opponents.
Boom!
Ruby also barely avoided a round, too, which was simply aimed towards the two vehicles in general. Quickly, Ruby and Weiss continued running away… straight into Yang, Blake, and the woman who'd been in one of the vehicles. She screamed something which neither Ruby nor Weiss heard, then fell to her knees- probably a bit painful, given as she only had on the skirt, some black rubber boots that came up perhaps five inches from her ankle, and a pair of black socks that just reached the top of her lower thigh.
Yang could be readily guessed as less than sympathetic, as she angrily said something to the woman which seemed hostile from mouth-movements alone. Blake retorted at Yang, something which was scarcely less passionate. The two entered a heated debate, and Ruby yelled, "Stop!"
Blake winced, and Yang said something to Ruby, who pointed out, "We shouldn't be fighting."
Yang realized something with a reverse-nod- that is, tilting her head upward rather slowly. The woman got up off the ground and said something, straightening her coat as she did. Surprisingly, it was still rather free of wrinkles and folds, and- combined with its sort of imperial beauty, on virtue of its red-gold coloring- gave her a look rather like she was about to do something brave. Yang yelled, demanding something of her, and the woman shot something back, then ran off. Yang shook her head, not wordlessly, but without words that Ruby could hear. Over the ringing, she thought she just heard Weiss complain about something or other.
Gladys sighed to herself, standing up and straightening her jacket.
"I-I've got to do this," she said, "I have to save my crew."
"You still haven't said sorry!" the blonde girl retorted. Gladys shot back, "I haven't the time now!"
Before the damned blonde could respond, Gladys ran swiftly off, hoping beyond all hope that she wasn't too late. She was the commander of an FV215b 183- or, as she knew it was historically called, an FV215. A tier ten tank, one which she'd served in for a little bit and grown accustomed too, having served in tanks of the AT series previously throughout the long grind. It was rather different and special, and she wouldn't trade it for the world.
But right now, she was dismounted, and it was a fair bet that the FV4005 which was on her team had already burned through its ammunition. In the distance was the smoking mess of a Maus- God, she wished she'd been in the cupola to score that kill. But more importantly, more dangerously, was a Leopard 1, performing a textbook circle of death maneuver on the two British TD's.
She'd only ever heard of a commander leaving their tank after a battle. Never once had she heard of a commander leaving midway through- and especially not what happened to that commander if their tank was taken out without them in it. Usually, when a crew died, they all went together to the garage to wait on the battle to end and their tank to come back repaired. But what would happen if not all the crew died together to go to the garage together? Would she be trapped?
Finally, she planted her heels to stop. Scarcely ten feet in front of her, the Leopard zoomed around, firing. Quickly, Gladys surged forward, running to her vehicle, desperately clambering up, her mouth open just in case of the unthinkable…
Boo-BOOM!
The Leopard fired another shot as it continued its circling, and that round proved to be the final rounds for Gladys' tank. Immediately, the ammunition and propellant charges detonated. Gladys was fortunately protected from shrapnel by the impossible to change nature of a tank's corpse. But the heat still radiated, burning her hands, and the shockwave permeated through. If she hadn't had her mouth open, the pressure would have burst her eardrums- as it was, the shockwave made her ears ring and sent her body as a whole flying through the air. With a smack and an undignified thud, she slammed against the FV4005's turret and fell onto its hull. Quickly, she stood up, and, finding herself conveniently on the engine deck and thus next to the turret door, smacked against the door, yelling. She couldn't even hear herself yell, and what she really wanted to do was cry.
The Leopard, meanwhile, continued circling. As it passed again, a sudden, stupid idea occurred to Gladys. A suicidal idea, really, one that didn't befit the commander of a slow TD- or any TD- at all. But then, she wasn't the commander of a tank destroyer at the moment; she was a woman who needed to get killed and go join her crew in the garage. So a suicidal idea was perfect.
For a few moments, she danced around on the engine deck, turning herself to the circumference of the circle of death, calculating the timing in her head. Finally, she heard the Leopard's engine to her right, and poised, then jumped. Her timing was almost right- just barely, she managed to hook her fingers on the rear slat armor. The tank's cannon fired again, and Gladys almost let go from the speed and the explosion and fear. But she held firm despite it all, and did complete her goal- she'd boarded the Leopard.
She then pulled herself by the slats of the turret bustle, over to the right, and smacked on the cupola's hatch. It was a far bet, but… this was a light/medium tank's TC she was dealing with. One who was doubtlessly having the time of their life, and who wasn't too busy spotting targets at the moment. It wasn't impossible, then, that between the temptation to feel the rush of speed around his head and the odd disturbance, they'd come out.
After a moment, they did. It was a man, a rather pudgy-looking brown-haired man, and Gladys grimaced in disgust as she noticed their distinctly Nazi uniform. The fact that crews were free to wear what they desired was a blessing to her most of the time, but seeing a Wehrmacht- no, a Waffen-SS- tanker climbing out of a Bundeswehr tank's cupola made her die a little inside.
"Was zum Teufel?" they said. Gladys shouted, "I'm bloody cross with you, lad!"
She then planted her feet on the back of the turret bustle and risked reaching her hand up. It paid off, though- the unexpected, swift blow knocked the TC a bit out of his cupola, and Gladys was able to reach up with her left hand and drag him out and to the side, to fall on the ground below. By now, her ears had cleared, and so she could hear, above the engine running, a fatal-sounding crack as the man hit the dirt below, rolling away due to his plump, rather sphere-like shape. With the hatch now clear, Gladys scurried her way up the turret-
Boo-BOOM!
And then the FV4005 died, too. Gladys paid it a final glance, wishing that she could've saved it. Perhaps if she'd jumped immediately, and just known when to jump on the first circle… she dismissed it from her mind. Regret was for later, now- still in the past tense, though- was the time for action. And so, she swiftly-
"Herr Panzerkommandant?"
Looked to the side, where the loader had popped themselves out. The two locked eyes for a long moment, as Gladys considered what in hell she could do and the loader… considered something, presumably. He was almost exactly like the commander, save that his bulk seemed a little different- probably being muscle rather than fat. And, of course, his uniform was different- still a Waffen-SS uniform, but now a lower rank. Finally, the loader shouted, "Englische Frau! Sie ist auf dem Tank!"
Gladys finally decided on something, something just as stupid as jumping onto a tank; she launched herself at the loader, trying to wrap her hands around his throat. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck, slid off the turret, and took the both of them off. Quickly, she let go, and for a full couple of seconds she rolled and bounced along the ground, before finally thudding to a stop against a tree. Fortunately, the impact was shins-first- all it did was make Gladys scream in pain and regret having been born with legs.
"Verdammte Tommy-Schlampe!" she heard nearby. Hissing in pain, she pushed herself off the ground, then turned and saw the German TC approaching her, hobbled over. It was a pathetic sight, and she would have laughed, if not for the Luger P08 he had in his hands. Instead, she just stared at him a long moment, just the same as the loader had done to her. Time seemed to slow, as she stared at nothing but the gun in his hands.
She was very staunchly pro-British- she had to be, to appreciate British tank destroyers at all. But even with all her Brittanic nationalism, she couldn't help but admit that the Luger was a damn sexy pistol. =She just wished it was nighttime- the smooth, polished steel barrel reflected just enough sunlight to let her know it would have been gorgeous in the moonlight. Oh, and the commander's pose as well, as he came upwards! It was sublime- he must have been quite one for dramatics and flair. Especially given the series of pops Gladys heard as he performed what must have been an incredibly painful straightening. Perhaps that was why he preferred the Waffen-SS uniform- while the Bundeswehr was a more moralistic choice, no one could deny that a well-fitted black uniform looked good. And as the TC stood up, Luger held firmly enough for aiming but lazily enough to convey contempt, Gladys really should have run. She should've done something at any point during this. But she didn't- not just for appreciation, but also out of sheer paralysis.
She'd died many, many times before. The AT series was nigh impervious, not impervious- bad teammates, over eagerness, facing opponents that were above her pay grade, even just fighting foes who were particularly good shots were all ways for Gladys to be killed. All the enemy had to do was flank her, and her slow beast would be unable to turn to shoot back at them. And when that didn't happen, the cupola was still a point which could be penetrated- thusly, Gladys in particular had experience with being knocked out.
But that had always happened from within the confines of a large, steel beast, and the guns aimed at her had always been extensions of other tanks. Large, dangerous extensions that represented possible demise arguably more than the tiny little pistol in the man's hand, but they weren't people. They were machines, and Gladys had a machine around her, and her crew, and everything had always seemed like it was going to be okay. Now- her tank was destroyed, her crew had long gone back to the garage, and she was alone, facing a man. Not a tank, a mass of cold steel, but a man with a sneering face and arrogant eyes.
And then that man was ripped away. Time accelerated back up, and Gladys watched as the enemy TC's assaulter backed a little away from the man, saying, "Can we all just calm down?"
It was the blonde. Gladys should have guessed the children from earlier would eventually interfere, and sure enough, here they all came. Fortunately, they'd chosen the right side.
"Would you mind putting him down like the sick dog he is?" Gladys cooed, "I would myself, but I lack a firearm."
"Wh-What?" the blonde balked, and the TC said- in a somewhat agreeing sounding voice- "Jawohl. Gewalt, Tod! Das ist ein Krieg!"
And then the white-haired one appeared, murmuring, "Du… du sprichst deutsch?"
"Jawohl!" the man roared, and the short girl in the cape asked, "What does that mean?"
"Ruhig, Tölpel," the white one shot, and Gladys sighed, "Another bloody Kraut…"
"Listen, lets just go back to Ozpin," the short girl suggested, "We weren't really supposed to fight each other, right?"
"Entschuldigung?"
"What in blazes do you mean?"
Both TC's spoke at once. Gladys glared at the Bosch, who continued, "Das ist ein Krieg, und ihr vier wart nicht eingeladen!"
"Wir wurden hierher geschickt, um zu trainieren," the girl in white explained, "Etwas, das Sie unterbrochen haben."
"Mich?" the man balked. The blonde demanded, "Speak English!"
"He's a Jerry, you nimbo," Gladys pointed out, "We ought to have simply gotten rid of him already."
"Like you got rid of the other one?" the one with long-ish black hair shot. She pointed back at the tanks, and Gladys looked over to see the slumped body of the loader. They'd somehow slammed against the FV4005- specifically, right on the corner of the turret. The TC shot, "Wir steigen beide wieder in unseren Paznerkampfwagen."
"It would be Kampfpanzerwagen!" Gladys shouted, "You ill-researched reenactor of a loser!"
"Es ist mein Panzerkampfwagen!" the TC shot back, moving forward. By some miracle, the Leopard had apparently made another loop, and as he walked up it came to a stop a few feet away. And then, it simply disappeared from existence, phasing into thin air. The TC stood there for a long moment, and Gladys glanced where the hulks of the FV215 and FV4005 were- or should have been. They, too, had phased entirely out of existence.
"Did that just turn invisible?" the tall, black-haired one questioned. Gladys answered, "No, I'm afraid it's simply-"
"Gottverdamnt!" the TC shouted. Gladys finished, "Gone back to the garage. I don't suppose you could kill me so I could nip off back there, would you?"
Author's Note: For all twenty-eight of you who saw this (Including one favorite, thank you to that one person) and are rightfully wondering why it got deleted and restored; I panicked, realizing I had make a mistake with an incredibly minor, inconsequential detail, forgot there was an edit button, and elected to instead delete the entire document and publish it again. Apologies for any confusion and/or confusion.
