Disclaimer: Wow, I'm actually using one of these. It's given that I don't have any ownership of Advance Wars or the characters of Final Fantasy... Duh. But the characters Glenn, Brad, Aldrea, Ashley, and Cecil, are used from "Bahamut & the Guardian Forces" by the permission of Gregory Stephen/nightdragon0. So you know, you should go read it, you would enjoy it.
-Advance Wars 2
--Project Black Portal
---Chapter 2: Interrogations and Nutcrackers
Glenn sat back in the little cell the Blue Moon Army had prepared for him. He was still tired from the grilling interrogation he received earlier. But he was not alone, in a matter of speaking...
"Oooh..." Glenn groaned feeling his back. "That was the most uncomfortable chair I've ever sat in..."
Do you humans normally ask the same question thousands of times? Bahamut rang out in his head.
"Only when they think you're hiding something... and well... they aren't far off in our case."
We're wasting time here... we should have told them the truth...
"Sure thing. Hi, I'm Glenn. I was kidnapped from another world because of this dragon I'm bonded with... Have you met him? His name is Bahamut, he's a GF. I can change into him now if you like..."
Point taken... Bahamut mumbled.
"There would be no way they would let us go after that." Glenn paused for a second. "By the way, did you notice those weird countries? Blue Moon? Black Hole? I think I heard something about Orange Star back there in the hallway..."
You noticed too? Bahamut commented sarcastically. My, you're quick.
"Ok ok, it's obvious we aren't in Kansas anymore... What do we do about it? We can't sit here while those Black Hole guys have everyone else in test tubes."
How about this, you let me take over and I'll blast our way out of here...
Glenn sat up in his bed now realizing it was impossible to gain any sleep with his companion talking away in his head.
"As nice as that sounds... We're in a base surrounded by guys with assault rifles and who knows what. This is a military base after all. Not to mention, they haven't taken to us very well."
You mean to you, they haven't seen me yet. Bahamut commented.
Glenn shook his head and dangled his feet off the side of the little cot. He then stood up and went to the window and looked out to see a number of fighter jets lining up for take off.
"Great..." Glenn said upon seeing the fighter jets. "They got them too..."
I hate those blasted flying tin cans... Bahamut moaned. I'm still hurting from the last time we ran into them.
"And what a graceful landing. Right into the bay, then you had to go blow up those guy's fishing boat..."
Hey! Bahamut growled fiercely They tried to fish me out like some sardine! The King of Dragons is no sardine!
Silence descended between them as someone walked by. After awhile, Glenn could hear Bahamut sigh.
"What's wrong?"
Phoenix... I hope she could escape... And the others, I thought they were right behind us...
"I wouldn't worry about her. With Ashley, I'm sure they'll be ok. As for Brad, Cecil, and Aldrea... We're just lucky only I heard you cuss up that storm as we got caught."
Mention that again and I will make sure you pay.
This caused a little laugh but was soon interrupted by the pounding of a guard's fist on the cell door. This caused Glenn to jump, but he soon turned around to see who it was.
"You're about to be moved soon. We want cooperation on your part." The guard warned.
Glenn nodded and sat back down on the cot as the guard eventually left the little window and continued on down the hall.
"I hope they don't plan on keeping us..."
We can't afford to let it come to that.
Then there was a knock and the door opened up. Two soldiers stood with their weapons at the ready.
"Commander Grit wants to see you now."
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Glenn soon found himself outside and walking across the tarmac of the runway. He noted how foggy it was and how much it limited visual distance. They weaved through some parked tanks and jeeps and entered the main building. After navigating some hallways, they entered a mess room of sorts. Grit sat at one of the tables with a file at his side. The soldiers made sure Glenn sat down, and then left to go stand on the outside of the door.
Grit didn't have a cigarette in his mouth and looked at Glenn interestedly.
"Sorry bout' all that questionin' earlier." Grit began sincerely. "I told the boss you weren't worth the sleep deprivation tactics... but sometimes you can't reason with him. This is more of an informal questionin' of sorts, you know, off the record."
His boss sounds like an arrogant fool.
"Sounds like someone I know at times." Glenn said under his breath.
What is that supposed to mean?. Bahamut growled.
"You say somethin' son?"
Glenn didn't say anything and simply glanced over toward the file on the table. It was stuffed full of papers.
"Let me tell you what we know. Last night, Black Hole flew a pair of war birds into our airspace and shot somethin' down. Also, two of our boys' fishing boat gets blown to pieces. Then we find you soaking wet and a stranger to these parts."
More silence between them both.
"Come on... You can tell me." Grit encouraged. "Sure I'm wearing a uniform, but I don't mean any harm. I just trying to sort this out before it becomes a mess. Were you flying here from somewhere? Runnin' from those snakes in Black Hole? You don't look the pilot type, but I'd be a dammed fool if I thought I knew everythin'."
Glenn finally looked and leaned forward on the table.
"I don't think you would believe me. And if you did, I still wouldn't be any better off." Glenn explained.
"Aw come on. Try me. I've seen some pretty far out stuff." Grit grinned. "Addin' one more to the list ain't gonna hurt."
More silence, it was clear to Grit that he wouldn't get far pursuing that path. He reached toward his file and pulled out a map and unfolded it over the table. He set it down and simply sat there watching Glenn's reaction. It was a map of the area, Wars World read clearly at the top of the map. There was a number of continents with respective colors. Blue Moon was off to the west and connected to a country known as Orange Star. The countries Yellow Comet and Green Earth were island continents more towards the east.
Glenn studied it. This confirmed his thoughts about being in another world, but something caught his interest. A small little spec of land near the center of it all, it was unmarked and colored black. A larger island sat near the top, it too was colored black, but was unmarked as well.
"This a map of the region?"
"Yep. Why don't you point out where you came from son." Grit suggested.
"What are these unmarked areas?" Glenn asked quickly.
This question made Grit raise an eyebrow. He leaned back and looked at Glenn in a rather puzzled way.
"Aw come on son. Everyone knows that's Black Hole's stompin' grounds. Restricted areas. Anyone who goes there is only lookin' for trouble..."
More silence, and eventually Glenn leaned back but kept his eyes on the map.
On one of those islands is where the others are.. Bahamut realized. Now we just need to get out of here and lose this cowboy...
"Easier said than done." Glenn muttered.
Grit had leaned forward to say something when an explosion could be heard from outside. Both of them looked up towards the windows and then toward each other. Grit quickly stood up and went to the window looking out trying to find the source of the noise. The rat-a-tat-tat of gunfire could be heard as Glenn stood up.
"Darn it! They must have snuck in using the fog as they went."
He paused in mid sentence and looked back towards Glenn who had gotten up and was inching for the exit.
"Hey now, don't go nowhere." Grit ordered.
"Sorry, but I can't waste any more time hanging around here. I've gotta save some friends of mine." Glenn answered.
"Just hold on a sec here..."
Suddenly something erupted through the door to the mess hall and the doors swung open. As they did, Glenn and Grit could see huge holes through them. The two soldiers who were standing guard soon fell to the ground and someone entered. It was Lash, and she was cradling a huge gun that looked like it's guts were exposed, but it was actually a number of external modifications. It's shape, more or less, resembled an MP5, and it glowed an eerie red color.
She looked over the area and soon spotted Glenn, a wicked smile spreading across her face.
He seemed to recognize her and began to back away. Grit had drawn his revolver and pointed it at Lash. She however, paid no attention to him and took a step towards Glenn.
"Oh hell..." Glenn muttered.
"Hey there Glenn! Where's Mr. Dragon?" Lash greeted with a giggle.
She paused to cock the weapon, which required a great deal of force on her part and made the weapon begin to glow an even brighter red color.
"C'mon! Let's play! Tee hee hee!"
It's that infernal little girl! Bahamut realized. The one who captured us in the first place!
"And I don't think she's here to apologize!"
Grit looked at Glenn strangely, unable to hear his guardian force and then glanced back towards Lash.
"I don't know what you're doing here princess." Grit interrupted. "But you're in a whole heap of trouble now."
"On the contrary!" Lash countered. "I got a brand new toy, but it's not for you! Please Glenn! Let Mr. Dragon come out to play! I want to show him my new toy! The Nutcracker!"
Lash raised the weapon and pointed it at Grit. This caused him to instinctively flip up the table for cover. Finally she pulled the trigger, and a huge energy discharge went off. The gun shuttered and the recoil knocked her back a couple of steps. However, the round that was fired blew an easy hole through the mess table, and then through the wall behind it and kept going.
"Possum Spit!" Grit yelled out. "What in tarnation was that!"
"Tee hee hee! Ain't it great?" Lash giggled with pride. "I designed it with rail gun technology! That means I can crack dragon scales and even the armor on your Medium Tanks! Now... where's Mr. Dragon! I wanna play!!!!"
Oh I'll play alright... Bahamut growled angrily.
"We can't do it here. It's too small an area."
Then go outside! She's going to regret messing with me!
Glenn sped off as Lash soon began to wobble along with her big gun. Grit stood up to fire, but was soon ducking for cover as his target spun around and began to spray the area with lead. Vavomp, vavomp, vavomp. Now the gun was firing it's high velocity rounds in full auto. By the time Lash stopped firing, half the tables had been turned to saw dust and the wall had begun to collapse.
"Oh yeah! I forgot to tell Mr. Dragon! My gun is full automatic too! Tee hee hee! Come back Mr. Dragon! Come back!!!!" She called out.
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Outside Glenn could see the whole area had been overrun by the alien soldiers of Black Hole. The Blue Moon forces had begun to fight back, but they were hard pressed to make ground. Any tank that rolled out was soon flattened by Lash's new Nutcrackers. Some of her soldiers were equipped with the weapons as well and tore the area up without any help from mechanized divisions. Some helicopters peppered the area, but were picked off the by incredibly powerful guns the Black Hole soldiers now toted.
There was plenty of hangars as Glenn avoided the chaos and kept low to avoid stray bullets. He soon went behind a hangar and found the coast was clear.
"Geez, it's crazy out there! You ready?" Glenn asked Bahamut while gripping his pendant.
Just let me deal with them...
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Lash was busy catching up at the moment. She had spotted Glenn run behind the hangar and stumbled after him finding it awkward to run with her Nutcracker. She turned the corner with a giggle and looked upwards.
"I've found you! Tee hee..." She stopped in mid laugh finding Bahamut, king of the dragons glaring at her. "Um... Uh oh!"
"Uh oh is right!" Bahamut roared.
Lash made an about face and began to run away. As she turned the corner, a wall of flames erupted and almost fried her. She spun around with her gun ready and watched as Bahamut came after her. A couple feet away, Grit had managed to get all the pieces of broken tables off of him and came out to gaze upon the scene before him.
"We'll I'll be..."
He dropped his mouth open and watched as the huge dragon stepped out of the shadows of the hangar. Most of Bahamut's scales were a dark blue color, but the front of his chest was gold as was his claws and talons as well as a gold wheel that was on his back. The wings were arranged in a feather pattern of blue, red, and ending in gold. His tail swung back and forth furiously as he got closer to Lash ready to pounce on her.
"Yay! It's Mr. Dragon!" Lash cried out happily.
"My name is Bahamut!" He roared back. "Get it right!"
"Hm... whatever!" She responded dully.
Grit was too surprised to do anything and simply looked on. Lash raised her Nutcracker and pulled the trigger. Bahamut spread his wings to block the shot, but the bullet went right through and hit him in the shoulder. He roared out in pain as Lash gave a big smile and then followed it with a hysterical laugh.
"Tag! You're it!"
With that she ran off as Bahamut stomped after her.
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"That little pest!" Bahamut cursed. "She's going to get it!"
Even I felt that! You need to be careful, it went right through your wing! Glenn advised.
Glenn had now switched places with his GF, and now merely watched the events through Bahamut's eyes.
"Oh like I didn't feel that!"
Bahamut could spot Lash tearing across the tarmac as the Blue Moon jeeps and soldiers tried to fight back. The Black Hole soldiers however were having a field day with their new guns and ripped up anything that approached them. A tank rolled out from one of the hangars with it's main gun ready to fire, however, it lasted only seconds in the hail of gunfire coming from the Nutcrackers.
Damn! They have more of those things!
"A well placed Mega Flare and it will hardly matter." Bahamut vowed.
But as he went after Lash, she suddenly spun around and raised her weapon. She missed horribly as her target leapt into the air and landed behind her. She spun around to re direct her gun and soon felt Bahamut's tail crashing into her.
"Tag!" Bahamut responded sarcastically.
Don't encourage her. Glenn grumbled.
"I couldn't help myself."
This attack sent her rolling head over heels and landing on the grass in between the two runways. She got up and frantically looked around for her weapon.
"You big meanie! Wait till I get my toy back!"
However, she found it too little too late as Bahamut's talon landed on it and crushed it.
"Hey!!!!" She screeched. "My toy!!!! You big meanie! I'm gonna pinch you like a bug!"
"And you need to grow up! Now where are the rest of them?" Bahamut demanded. "The rest of us!"
Lash didn't say anything and simply smiled and waved. This caused Bahamut to whip his head around to notice a pair of soldiers that had begun to fire on him. Pain shot through his body as the rounds connected with his left leg and arm. The blows knocked Bahamut off balance and he went crashing to the ground.
"Arrggg!!!!" He howled in pain.
"Tee hee hee! That's what you get!" She laughed. "That's what you get when you mess with me!"
She jumped back up an kicked him in the side and ran back over to her soldiers who began to move closer to Bahamut ready to make their shots count.
Bahamut! Can you get back up?
Out of the corner of Bahamut's eye, Glenn could see a number of soldiers approaching, reading their weapons.
Bahamut!!!! He yelled again only to get no response.
-End Chapter
--Next Chapter: Magic Show
-Advance Wars 2
--Project Black Portal
---Chapter 2: Interrogations and Nutcrackers
Glenn sat back in the little cell the Blue Moon Army had prepared for him. He was still tired from the grilling interrogation he received earlier. But he was not alone, in a matter of speaking...
"Oooh..." Glenn groaned feeling his back. "That was the most uncomfortable chair I've ever sat in..."
Do you humans normally ask the same question thousands of times? Bahamut rang out in his head.
"Only when they think you're hiding something... and well... they aren't far off in our case."
We're wasting time here... we should have told them the truth...
"Sure thing. Hi, I'm Glenn. I was kidnapped from another world because of this dragon I'm bonded with... Have you met him? His name is Bahamut, he's a GF. I can change into him now if you like..."
Point taken... Bahamut mumbled.
"There would be no way they would let us go after that." Glenn paused for a second. "By the way, did you notice those weird countries? Blue Moon? Black Hole? I think I heard something about Orange Star back there in the hallway..."
You noticed too? Bahamut commented sarcastically. My, you're quick.
"Ok ok, it's obvious we aren't in Kansas anymore... What do we do about it? We can't sit here while those Black Hole guys have everyone else in test tubes."
How about this, you let me take over and I'll blast our way out of here...
Glenn sat up in his bed now realizing it was impossible to gain any sleep with his companion talking away in his head.
"As nice as that sounds... We're in a base surrounded by guys with assault rifles and who knows what. This is a military base after all. Not to mention, they haven't taken to us very well."
You mean to you, they haven't seen me yet. Bahamut commented.
Glenn shook his head and dangled his feet off the side of the little cot. He then stood up and went to the window and looked out to see a number of fighter jets lining up for take off.
"Great..." Glenn said upon seeing the fighter jets. "They got them too..."
I hate those blasted flying tin cans... Bahamut moaned. I'm still hurting from the last time we ran into them.
"And what a graceful landing. Right into the bay, then you had to go blow up those guy's fishing boat..."
Hey! Bahamut growled fiercely They tried to fish me out like some sardine! The King of Dragons is no sardine!
Silence descended between them as someone walked by. After awhile, Glenn could hear Bahamut sigh.
"What's wrong?"
Phoenix... I hope she could escape... And the others, I thought they were right behind us...
"I wouldn't worry about her. With Ashley, I'm sure they'll be ok. As for Brad, Cecil, and Aldrea... We're just lucky only I heard you cuss up that storm as we got caught."
Mention that again and I will make sure you pay.
This caused a little laugh but was soon interrupted by the pounding of a guard's fist on the cell door. This caused Glenn to jump, but he soon turned around to see who it was.
"You're about to be moved soon. We want cooperation on your part." The guard warned.
Glenn nodded and sat back down on the cot as the guard eventually left the little window and continued on down the hall.
"I hope they don't plan on keeping us..."
We can't afford to let it come to that.
Then there was a knock and the door opened up. Two soldiers stood with their weapons at the ready.
"Commander Grit wants to see you now."
--------------
Glenn soon found himself outside and walking across the tarmac of the runway. He noted how foggy it was and how much it limited visual distance. They weaved through some parked tanks and jeeps and entered the main building. After navigating some hallways, they entered a mess room of sorts. Grit sat at one of the tables with a file at his side. The soldiers made sure Glenn sat down, and then left to go stand on the outside of the door.
Grit didn't have a cigarette in his mouth and looked at Glenn interestedly.
"Sorry bout' all that questionin' earlier." Grit began sincerely. "I told the boss you weren't worth the sleep deprivation tactics... but sometimes you can't reason with him. This is more of an informal questionin' of sorts, you know, off the record."
His boss sounds like an arrogant fool.
"Sounds like someone I know at times." Glenn said under his breath.
What is that supposed to mean?. Bahamut growled.
"You say somethin' son?"
Glenn didn't say anything and simply glanced over toward the file on the table. It was stuffed full of papers.
"Let me tell you what we know. Last night, Black Hole flew a pair of war birds into our airspace and shot somethin' down. Also, two of our boys' fishing boat gets blown to pieces. Then we find you soaking wet and a stranger to these parts."
More silence between them both.
"Come on... You can tell me." Grit encouraged. "Sure I'm wearing a uniform, but I don't mean any harm. I just trying to sort this out before it becomes a mess. Were you flying here from somewhere? Runnin' from those snakes in Black Hole? You don't look the pilot type, but I'd be a dammed fool if I thought I knew everythin'."
Glenn finally looked and leaned forward on the table.
"I don't think you would believe me. And if you did, I still wouldn't be any better off." Glenn explained.
"Aw come on. Try me. I've seen some pretty far out stuff." Grit grinned. "Addin' one more to the list ain't gonna hurt."
More silence, it was clear to Grit that he wouldn't get far pursuing that path. He reached toward his file and pulled out a map and unfolded it over the table. He set it down and simply sat there watching Glenn's reaction. It was a map of the area, Wars World read clearly at the top of the map. There was a number of continents with respective colors. Blue Moon was off to the west and connected to a country known as Orange Star. The countries Yellow Comet and Green Earth were island continents more towards the east.
Glenn studied it. This confirmed his thoughts about being in another world, but something caught his interest. A small little spec of land near the center of it all, it was unmarked and colored black. A larger island sat near the top, it too was colored black, but was unmarked as well.
"This a map of the region?"
"Yep. Why don't you point out where you came from son." Grit suggested.
"What are these unmarked areas?" Glenn asked quickly.
This question made Grit raise an eyebrow. He leaned back and looked at Glenn in a rather puzzled way.
"Aw come on son. Everyone knows that's Black Hole's stompin' grounds. Restricted areas. Anyone who goes there is only lookin' for trouble..."
More silence, and eventually Glenn leaned back but kept his eyes on the map.
On one of those islands is where the others are.. Bahamut realized. Now we just need to get out of here and lose this cowboy...
"Easier said than done." Glenn muttered.
Grit had leaned forward to say something when an explosion could be heard from outside. Both of them looked up towards the windows and then toward each other. Grit quickly stood up and went to the window looking out trying to find the source of the noise. The rat-a-tat-tat of gunfire could be heard as Glenn stood up.
"Darn it! They must have snuck in using the fog as they went."
He paused in mid sentence and looked back towards Glenn who had gotten up and was inching for the exit.
"Hey now, don't go nowhere." Grit ordered.
"Sorry, but I can't waste any more time hanging around here. I've gotta save some friends of mine." Glenn answered.
"Just hold on a sec here..."
Suddenly something erupted through the door to the mess hall and the doors swung open. As they did, Glenn and Grit could see huge holes through them. The two soldiers who were standing guard soon fell to the ground and someone entered. It was Lash, and she was cradling a huge gun that looked like it's guts were exposed, but it was actually a number of external modifications. It's shape, more or less, resembled an MP5, and it glowed an eerie red color.
She looked over the area and soon spotted Glenn, a wicked smile spreading across her face.
He seemed to recognize her and began to back away. Grit had drawn his revolver and pointed it at Lash. She however, paid no attention to him and took a step towards Glenn.
"Oh hell..." Glenn muttered.
"Hey there Glenn! Where's Mr. Dragon?" Lash greeted with a giggle.
She paused to cock the weapon, which required a great deal of force on her part and made the weapon begin to glow an even brighter red color.
"C'mon! Let's play! Tee hee hee!"
It's that infernal little girl! Bahamut realized. The one who captured us in the first place!
"And I don't think she's here to apologize!"
Grit looked at Glenn strangely, unable to hear his guardian force and then glanced back towards Lash.
"I don't know what you're doing here princess." Grit interrupted. "But you're in a whole heap of trouble now."
"On the contrary!" Lash countered. "I got a brand new toy, but it's not for you! Please Glenn! Let Mr. Dragon come out to play! I want to show him my new toy! The Nutcracker!"
Lash raised the weapon and pointed it at Grit. This caused him to instinctively flip up the table for cover. Finally she pulled the trigger, and a huge energy discharge went off. The gun shuttered and the recoil knocked her back a couple of steps. However, the round that was fired blew an easy hole through the mess table, and then through the wall behind it and kept going.
"Possum Spit!" Grit yelled out. "What in tarnation was that!"
"Tee hee hee! Ain't it great?" Lash giggled with pride. "I designed it with rail gun technology! That means I can crack dragon scales and even the armor on your Medium Tanks! Now... where's Mr. Dragon! I wanna play!!!!"
Oh I'll play alright... Bahamut growled angrily.
"We can't do it here. It's too small an area."
Then go outside! She's going to regret messing with me!
Glenn sped off as Lash soon began to wobble along with her big gun. Grit stood up to fire, but was soon ducking for cover as his target spun around and began to spray the area with lead. Vavomp, vavomp, vavomp. Now the gun was firing it's high velocity rounds in full auto. By the time Lash stopped firing, half the tables had been turned to saw dust and the wall had begun to collapse.
"Oh yeah! I forgot to tell Mr. Dragon! My gun is full automatic too! Tee hee hee! Come back Mr. Dragon! Come back!!!!" She called out.
---------------
Outside Glenn could see the whole area had been overrun by the alien soldiers of Black Hole. The Blue Moon forces had begun to fight back, but they were hard pressed to make ground. Any tank that rolled out was soon flattened by Lash's new Nutcrackers. Some of her soldiers were equipped with the weapons as well and tore the area up without any help from mechanized divisions. Some helicopters peppered the area, but were picked off the by incredibly powerful guns the Black Hole soldiers now toted.
There was plenty of hangars as Glenn avoided the chaos and kept low to avoid stray bullets. He soon went behind a hangar and found the coast was clear.
"Geez, it's crazy out there! You ready?" Glenn asked Bahamut while gripping his pendant.
Just let me deal with them...
----------
Lash was busy catching up at the moment. She had spotted Glenn run behind the hangar and stumbled after him finding it awkward to run with her Nutcracker. She turned the corner with a giggle and looked upwards.
"I've found you! Tee hee..." She stopped in mid laugh finding Bahamut, king of the dragons glaring at her. "Um... Uh oh!"
"Uh oh is right!" Bahamut roared.
Lash made an about face and began to run away. As she turned the corner, a wall of flames erupted and almost fried her. She spun around with her gun ready and watched as Bahamut came after her. A couple feet away, Grit had managed to get all the pieces of broken tables off of him and came out to gaze upon the scene before him.
"We'll I'll be..."
He dropped his mouth open and watched as the huge dragon stepped out of the shadows of the hangar. Most of Bahamut's scales were a dark blue color, but the front of his chest was gold as was his claws and talons as well as a gold wheel that was on his back. The wings were arranged in a feather pattern of blue, red, and ending in gold. His tail swung back and forth furiously as he got closer to Lash ready to pounce on her.
"Yay! It's Mr. Dragon!" Lash cried out happily.
"My name is Bahamut!" He roared back. "Get it right!"
"Hm... whatever!" She responded dully.
Grit was too surprised to do anything and simply looked on. Lash raised her Nutcracker and pulled the trigger. Bahamut spread his wings to block the shot, but the bullet went right through and hit him in the shoulder. He roared out in pain as Lash gave a big smile and then followed it with a hysterical laugh.
"Tag! You're it!"
With that she ran off as Bahamut stomped after her.
---------------
"That little pest!" Bahamut cursed. "She's going to get it!"
Even I felt that! You need to be careful, it went right through your wing! Glenn advised.
Glenn had now switched places with his GF, and now merely watched the events through Bahamut's eyes.
"Oh like I didn't feel that!"
Bahamut could spot Lash tearing across the tarmac as the Blue Moon jeeps and soldiers tried to fight back. The Black Hole soldiers however were having a field day with their new guns and ripped up anything that approached them. A tank rolled out from one of the hangars with it's main gun ready to fire, however, it lasted only seconds in the hail of gunfire coming from the Nutcrackers.
Damn! They have more of those things!
"A well placed Mega Flare and it will hardly matter." Bahamut vowed.
But as he went after Lash, she suddenly spun around and raised her weapon. She missed horribly as her target leapt into the air and landed behind her. She spun around to re direct her gun and soon felt Bahamut's tail crashing into her.
"Tag!" Bahamut responded sarcastically.
Don't encourage her. Glenn grumbled.
"I couldn't help myself."
This attack sent her rolling head over heels and landing on the grass in between the two runways. She got up and frantically looked around for her weapon.
"You big meanie! Wait till I get my toy back!"
However, she found it too little too late as Bahamut's talon landed on it and crushed it.
"Hey!!!!" She screeched. "My toy!!!! You big meanie! I'm gonna pinch you like a bug!"
"And you need to grow up! Now where are the rest of them?" Bahamut demanded. "The rest of us!"
Lash didn't say anything and simply smiled and waved. This caused Bahamut to whip his head around to notice a pair of soldiers that had begun to fire on him. Pain shot through his body as the rounds connected with his left leg and arm. The blows knocked Bahamut off balance and he went crashing to the ground.
"Arrggg!!!!" He howled in pain.
"Tee hee hee! That's what you get!" She laughed. "That's what you get when you mess with me!"
She jumped back up an kicked him in the side and ran back over to her soldiers who began to move closer to Bahamut ready to make their shots count.
Bahamut! Can you get back up?
Out of the corner of Bahamut's eye, Glenn could see a number of soldiers approaching, reading their weapons.
Bahamut!!!! He yelled again only to get no response.
-End Chapter
--Next Chapter: Magic Show