"Speech" = Tiger-03's internal radio chatter.


Subaru fidgeted in place as he adjusted himself in his seat. Ever since they had somehow escaped from the hellish artillery bombardment, the past few seconds were more confusing than disconcerting for the men inside of Tiger-03.

After taking notice of the fact that they weren't anywhere near they were supposed to be, the flabbergasted soldiers frantically looked around from out of their periscopes in search for a paupable explanation to their sudden jarring predicament. Powers at one moment had ordered to turn off the engine to conserve fuel and even opened his hatch to see from outside if they had somehow taken the wrong turn as they went, but to their ultimate shock, there were no signs of South Korea's familiar mountainous landscape, nor anything indicating traces of their movement. Only vast plains and forests stretched as far as their eyes could see. No sounds could be heard from the surroundings aside from the wind rustling the tree leaves and the occassional chirping crickets.

There were no tread marks on the path they were on, no boot marks, no nothing. There were no sufficient leads to properly form a logical conclusion as to how they had arrived in this place. So how did they get there, anyway? It was almost as if they had spontaneously materialized in the forest. How they managed to do that, however, no one in the tank had the slightest idea. One could only suggest supernatural forces at work, but even such a prospect was far too absurd to conceive. The sole consensus amongst the crewmembers were the two questions ever so fluctuating in their thoughts:

...What the hell had just happened and what were those torches doing there?

The crew had surely seen the line of torches earlier, but their existence was, well... overshadowed by the fact that they had been transported to what looked like an entirely different country. Still, one gunner in particular, who had very much entertained himself in the past with épopées and fantastical stories of which coincidentally presented the same premise, couldn't help but find the experience unique, albeit with conflicting emotions.

On one hand, Subaru felt a sense of dejà vu, or in simpler terms a sense of familiarity, as if he had been on the forest before. On the other hand he was just as confused as anyone else, and try as he might, he couldn't remember the place at all. He vaguely wondered if they were somehow in another world entirely but quickly discarded the thought as mere childish imagination. What he was certain of, however, was his exceptional curiosity towards the torches. With that thought in mind, he then directed his periscope to where they had seen the torches.

Who even uses torches nowadays? He mused with an expression that could only look like pity, with a hint of confusion.

Subaru simply couldn't fathom who, in this day and age, would be using torches for a source of lighting. Unless conditions were extreme, their only uses nowadays were purely aesthetical he believed. Otherwise they simply existed in very antique structures, like castles.

"I think we should worry about what those torches over there are, guys." Subaru reminded the crew of the familiar, yet uncommon source of lighting as he pointed in their direction, "They're the only thing that kinda make sense here, maybe we'll gather our bearings faster if we go see what they are there for, or what's beyond them."

"Huh. Don't really share your thoughts of 'em makin' sense, but anywho..." Lloyd turned to the crew, "...Nat's right. Them torches over there could'a help us with somethin' at least. We should'a take a look." he concurred with a nod.

Davis looked at them, his expression showing concern, "But what if it's the NK's again? Don't you think that maybe it could be a trap?" the assistant driver added meticulously.

"Maybe, but you'd have to be a complete goof for going on a whole camping trip like that." Malcolm said in response with a half-hearted chuckle, "That's just exposing yourself needlessly."

"So you guys really think we should go? It doesn't sound like a good idea to me."

"Do you have any other ideas then, Davis?" Subaru asked him, Lloyd and Malcolm looking at the assistant driver in expectation.

"Well..." Davis looked down as he trailed off, "No, I... honestly just don't have a good feeling on this one." he admitted.

The loader rolled his eyes as he clicked his tongue, "Oh c'mon, Dave. What do you know of feeling good, anyway?" Malcolm sneered, "Besides... we don't really have any other leads here aside from those, do we? We practically popped up here, somehow. We need to know where we are and we can't just refuse to move just because your guts hurt."

The tank commander then went down from his open hatch, nearly hitting his head on the turret's ceiling as he did, "Sometimes your instincts are right, Malcolm. Don't forget that and trust them." The Staff Sergeant spoke, silencing the developing argument, "I learned that the hard way..." he finished as he closed his hatch. Malcolm looked at the NCO with sympathy.

"Anyway, listen up." Powers tiredly began, gaining his crew's attention fully, "I didn't see anything out there that looks like we went over or through. There's nothing, no tread marks on the path and the whole place looks different. So I'll be honest with you, I think we aren't in Kansas anymore."

The crew looked at him with a mix of uncertainty and dubiety, but with the little that they had seen so far, one couldn't completely rule out that possibility. "Had a brief suspicion, but how did tha' happen, Sarge?" Lloyd calmly spoke as he inquired, his tone indicating that of incredulity, "I don't think we just... appeared here, tha' just don't make any milk drop worth o' sense."

"I have to agree with Lloyd on this one, Sergeant." Subaru said as he leaned back, his hands on the turret's ring as he supported himself, "It really doesn't add up. So we just teleported here?"

"Hey, look on the bright side: It could've been a miracle." Malcolm jested.

"Oh, ya think?" Spoke Lloyd nonchalantly, "Why did'na this 'miracle' get us all the way 'ta the boys on the 2nd then? Would'va done us a mighty favor."

"Fuck if I know." Malcolm shrugged, "Do I look like I do miracles?"

Lloyd frowned, "You's the one who brough' that up, not me." and spoke with a tone of aggression.

Powers cleared his throat, garnering his men's attention again, "Listen... I've got guesses as good as you do, people. And I'm aware it doesn't make sense, I know." The older soldier acquiesced with a nod, "But what I know is that we need to keep calm and not flip our shit, especially after what happened. Remember we don't know where we are." Powers gestured to their current whereabouts. "So, while we're here, I'll try the radio again to see if it works, and hopefully see if the rest made it. As for you two, don't argue." He finished as he said the last part in a firm tone, evidently making it clear that further infighting would get the arguing duo in trouble.

"Erm, Sarge." Lloyd started, propping his elbow on his seat for support, "We sorta wanted to check out the torches o'er there. We though'ta it might'a give us a clue of where we are."

Powers looked back to the torches for a few moments before nodding, "Tell you what, I'll see if the radio works. If it doesn't, we'll go check that out." He said, to which the crew nodded in approval, "But from a distance. Deal?"

"Good enough 'ta me, Sarge." Lloyd nodded.

"Yeah, better than just staying here I guess." Subaru agreed, although his body and mind yearned for some rest after such an eventful day that hit him so hard he almost couldn't tell what was real anymore, he needed to be ready.

"Keep looking around. They still could be out there." Powers firmly ordered, and the crew acknowledged, returning to sentry duty.

Lifting his helmet to wipe sweat off his forehead, Powers turned to the radio behind him with a sigh. He adjusted the frequency to match the headquarter's, checking if it was correct by looking at the radio's blinking red light, silently hoping to God the radio would catch something. When the red light stopped flicking, he slowly brought the communicator to his mouth and finally broke radio silence after a few moments.

"Alpha Tango, this is Tiger-03, Charlie platoon. I repeat, this is Tiger-03, Charlie platoon. Read back if you copy. Over."

Powers then waited for a response for several seconds. However, unlike the time they were inside the smokescreen, not even the slightest bit of static came as response. Powers looked at the radio with furrowed brows as he re checked the frequency and the light. Both were showing no defects, so the frequency was correct and the radio was working. No static would usually mean the radio has a clear frequency with no interference. Yet, to Power's and the crew's dismay. no answer other than complete silence came.

Figuring he would try again, Powers repeated exactly what he had said before in the hopes of receiving a call back. Yet again after one minute passed, silence was his only answer.

"...What the fuck?" He drew back in bewilderment as he murmured dissapointingly with a hint of frustration as he set the communicator back to its original position. "Looks like the radio is being a bitch at the moment, gentlemen." he stated with a near growl.

This day just gets better and better, huh? Thought Powers sardonically.

The crew consequently appeared to be a little astounded at the Sergeant's flaring temperament, but weren't overly surprised. Anyone would be pissed after going through a battle and yet having to deal with the sheer quantity of things being suddenly overly abnormal in nature and going south unexpectedly.

If they only knew what the resident gunner had to deal with on the hours prior to the battle, they would take back what they thought in a flash.

With a huff, Powers adjusted himself in his seat, figuring that messing with the defective radio would significantly worsen his headache and bring fourth even more frustration, decided it was time for Plan B, or the torches, as his crew had previously suggested.

"Well then, let's go see what's the deal with these torches. Lloyd, wake her up."

"Roger dodger, Sarge." Lloyd smiled as he eagerly complied with the order. Unironically, turning the tank's engine on was what Lloyd would consider his favorite part of the job. If not for the fact that it meant he would drive it, then only because of the purr of the waking motor.

A loud, mechanical rumble filled the air of the silent forest as Tiger-03 was brought to life. Its engine's initial 'purr' evolving into a menacing growl, resounding from the dark greenery as if it was a fulminating, gargantuan creature, ready to punish whoever that had disturbed its peaceful slumber. A sound only fit for a weapon of war; diabolical, yet harmonical.

"Let's move!"

And forward they went.


Felix Argyle shook as he wanted no more than force what little mana was left in his body to continue to help the distraught soldiers. Many were wounded. Healers rushed back and fourth in a frenzy as they desperately tried to save as much people as they could. Bloodied bandages covered torsos, heads, legs and arms of the soldiers, many of which had their gazes directed to the floor in chagrin. Felix balled his hands into fists. He could not stand to watch how these proud, strong men and women, The Honored Eleventh of Lugnica, best defense force of the entire Kingdom after the Zellgef Squadron, were crumbling in both body and spirit in front of his very eyes.

Eyes. Many of their eyes were empty, devoid of the vigor they once held, their strength undeniably oozed away as they had their contacts with the face of war. Felix was an excellent healer, but unfortunately not a good enough of a healer to remediate the terrors of the mind and heart.

The 11th Royal Draconic Guards Regiment, also known within the Royal Army as The Honored Eleventh, were named as such for their notable prowess in the use of magical lances for the Defense of Flanders, during the Demi-Human war.

However, today they had taken their worst blow yet: They had failed to defend the northwest border that they were designated to defend at all costs. Felix was confident that the regiment, having situated themselves in a strategic position under Crusch's leadership, would indubitably force the foolish invaders back. But it appeared fate itself had other ideas, as the attackers were not so foolish as he and the military had initially perceived them to be.

The enemy begun their advance from the Albis River - no doubt coming from Gusteko - in direction of the hilly formations of Lugnica. Initially, the Royal Army had superiority in both firepower, thanks to their Mana Cannons & Lances, and in terrain mobility, which meant that they even if they were slow, the regiment could easily relocate their cannons to positions propitious for surprising the enemy in an ambush. However, that was not to say the Holy Army didn't have surprises of their own: They had somehow developed a kind of artillery that was much more mobile than the regiment's, and their mages could somehow detect and counter Magical Circles with such ease it appalled the Royal Army's front officers. Their foes moved over both physical and magical obstacles as if the act was as simple as drinking a cup of milk.

The Holy Army struck firstly and foremost, the Royal Mana Cannons. Their mages struck suddenly, with several powerful attacks that launched fire at the Lugnican positions from absurdly long distances. Considering Lugnica's artillery pieces were not as nimble as Gusteko's in terms of mobility, the regiment was consequently stripped of its strongest weapon in the arsenal. Felix, who observed the battle from a distance, could affirm with utmost certainty that the enemy mages were using staffs as portable artillery, incantated with advanced fire magic spells. Plus, it seemed as if the trajectory of the summoned fire balls could be changed at the mage's will, which explained their near null margin of error. The feline boy supposed their only weakness was the ever incandescent forms at the tip of each staff, which was heavily reminiscent of a torch.

With the assistance of mages covering the enemy advance, the common footsoldiers of Gusteko had fiercely pushed forward, towards the Royal Army's lines, whence the main battle commenced. At first, the regiment held like an unpenetrable bulwark. However, as the battle went on with Gusteko's increasingly overwhelming numbers combined with the power of their mages, the Royal Army was quickly forced further into their own territory, ceding the land they had lost to the enemy. Which brought them to their current situation.

Felix was forced out of his reverie by a rough sound of coughing; hearing one of the soldiers whimpering in pain nearby seconds later.

As the fatigued healer moved to assist, he felt a hand tightly grasp his shoulder.

"Ferris," It was his lady. Crusch Karsten's amber eyes worriedly gazed at him, "Go and rest. You have done more than enough for the night." her smooth soft voice, under a different occassion, would fill his heart with warmth that brought him uncomparable joy. However, he couldn't help but notice the hint of trepidation in her tone. Even if it was nearly inconspicious, he would still hear it.

"Milady Crusch..." He blinked. He was indeed exhausted after spending nearly all of his mana reserves to heal the wounded. But his morals as a healer couldn't allow him to stop now, even if there other healers along side himself. His high regard towards life forced the tremendous need to help, to save his comrades in arms. "I..I can't allow them to die, Milady. N-Not while..."

"Ferris." She cut him off as she spoke sternly. Crusch's gaze grew to a frown as she let go of his shoulder. "That wasn't a request. You have nearly exterted yourself entirely. I need you to be well rested, for we don't know when the enemy will strike again."

The Duchess's austere tone surprised Felix at first, and he found himself staring at his lady's eyes. He saw how the just, honorful lady had also fought amongst the Eleventh, and experienced defeat firsthand. As he reflected, it didn't take a genius to realize her troubles; along the bitter feeling of defeat, it was needless to say her pride had taken a blow, aswell.

She was a Duchess after all. Someone that had to maintain her status. A noble. She was ordered by to defend her nation, being responsible for leading The Honored Eleventh. Yet ultimately, she had failed. If she couldn't even stand to defend the Kingdom, how was that anything but a disgrace?

The Blue Knight realized her position and in his undying loyalty to his lady, conceded to her order with a tired breath. He looked down for a moment before momentarily gazing to the previously whimpering soldier, who now looked relieved as he had a healer tending to his wounds.

"Forgive me... Milady Crush. I-I am merely concerned over the Lancemen. I... believe that the faster I heal them, the sooner they will be prepared for tomorrow." he tempted for a practical response. While it was partly true, the cat-boy's nature dictated otherwise.

"Do not look so downcast, Ferris." Crusch's severe expression softened to a blank face at that. In the next moment, she smiled, "I know you are concerned about them, Ferris. As am I. I'm aware you don't want to see them suffer. But you need not worry. After all, you healed most of the men yourself, haven't you?"

Felix's expression almost went wide-eyed at his lady's words. The Duchess was simply amazing, almost always reading him like an open book. At the praise, his ears raised as he was visibibly uplifted, even if tired. "Yes, Milady Crusch! Milady is most certainly right, nya."

Crusch giggled at her knight's antics. "...That was the face I wanted to see. I apologize if I was too stern earlier, Ferris."

"Nonsense, nya! Milady is right that I should rest."

"Then, Ferris. Go on." she kept her smile.

Their little moment would be interrupted however, as the two heard someone running to her direction.

"...Old man Will?"

The gray haired butler stopped just in front of her, "Milady Crusch, we lost sight of the enemy!"


"Wait, where tha' hell did they go? I can't see dick in this dark!" A confused Lloyd inquired as he slowed down the M46, the tank vibrated as it turned, only about missing a hitch on the dirt pathways.

"I dunno! I lost sight of them, too!" Subaru responded, rotating his periscope left and right in search of the sudden dissapearing torches.

"Nothing from here, either!" Davis called.

"They just vanished!" Malcolm said aswell.

"Lloyd, turn left right here! Left! Left!" Powers, who was suspending himself atop of the open cupola, ordered as soon as he spotted an open passage amongst the stand of trees.

Lloyd pulled hard on the left stick as he maneuvered the tank in the direction Powers had pointed to, accurately fitting in between the passageway. Had the tank been a little bigger, they would knock trees aleft all over.

"We goin' closer to them, Sarge?"

"No. Keep up the speed!"

Lloyd lifted a brow, wondering what was on the Sergeant's mind but ultimately continued to follow the mandated course, the hull waving up and down as they passed over several terrain ondulations along the pathway, maintaining the faster than average speed. If one were to simplify, they were going nearly as fast as an off-road jeep on the descent.

"Aren't we getting closer to them, Sergeant?" Davis questioned with his eyes fixated on his periscope, tighly holding on to his thirty-caliber in the case of an ambush.

"We're not." Powers simply said, adding no further explanations. "Lloyd, right side. Between the bushes."

Lloyd groaned as he repeated the strenuous process of slowing the tank down and then pulling on the right stick, directing the M46 to a now leveled path. It seemed they had only now entirely descended the small climb they previously were.

For a few minutes, Lloyd accelerated Tiger-03 through the dense forest. As they went, the broadleaves slowly thinned, until a small grassy proeminence could be seen in the distance. Subaru's eyes glinted in recognition.

"Lloyd, slow her." Powers ordered as he observed a particular location in the distance, his driver wordlessly acknowledging as the tank steadily decelerated.

"I'm pretty sure we saw the torches from that hill, Sarge!" Subaru perked.

"Yeah, I know." Powers's expression scrunched to a frown as he carefully observed the onpassing hill and its surroundings with his binoculars.

"Looks like whoever was there packed up and ran, though." Malcolm commented on the lack of any presence.

"Guys, I see something on our twelve!" Davis aggravated tone ressounded in the radio.

The rest of the crew peered through the thin, but still broad foliage, to see three wooden carriages full of individuals in armor and strange ornaments, staring at them slack-jawed. But what called the most of the crew's attention was the fact that, instead of horses, the carriages were affixated on what appeared to be giant lizard like creatures.

...Dinosaurs? Was Subaru's immediate thought upon such a sight. No, I must be... The Corporal closed his eyes and shook his head as he couldn't believe his eyes, thinking his exhausted mind was playing tricks on him. He opened his eyes and to his surprise, the 'dinosaurs' were still looking at them. Wait, what the fuck? They're still there!

"...Y'all see what I'm seein' here? I'm not goin' crazy, righ'?" Lloyd's voice was shaky, his eyes widened.

"N-No. I-I see them, too." Subaru answered, to his friend's relief.

Davis and Malcolm were wordless as they could only stare back, their open mouths characterizing their shock.

Not even the typically stoic Powers knew how to react, merely lowering his binoculars as his face barely moved a muscle.

The two sides, both finding the opposite completely alien to their respective world, continued to stare at eachother for several minutes, neither moving a muscle. The tension in the air was uncomparable; so dense that one could grasp it.

The inert exchange would go on until one robed individual, having finally had enough of suspense, stood atop the carriage to raise an object with an arm.

A mixture of wooden and iron composed said object, it was similar to a walking cane, except its top end had far more curvature, accompanied by a thick, circular tip, with its color pattern giving it the appearance of something close to an eletrical resistor.

The crew of Tiger-03 would go from tense to baffled as the tip of the individual's object began glowing a bright orange. Several red and yellow orbs sprung fourth from nowhere and steadily accelerated as they circled the tip like electrons orbiting their core. The lightshow progressed to a moment on which a sphere of fire slowly began to take form, growing at the end of the object.

For the crew, sight was spectacular. It was as if the strange robed man was summoning a small star to bear. The crew felt a plethora of emotions at once; shock, amazement, confusion and several more they couldn't bring themselves to properly express - they watched with such stupefaction it was almost like they were children witnessing magic itself at work.

"Whoa... h-h-how is he doing that...?" Davis trailed in his speech.

Nobody in the M46 answered, their attention wholly ensnared to the spectacle before them like moths to a flame. They watched as the sphere grew to about the size of a foot ball, to which then the robed man pointed his object at them.

The amazed crew were forcibly shaken out of their reverie as the fire ball was launched towards them.

"SARGE, WATCH OUT!" Lloyd's voice cracked as he screamed.

Powers hastily reacted by his closing hatch completely. The tank commander saved himself just in time, as the soaring fire ball impacted the tank's front plate.

"SH-"

The entire tank shook and for a moment, all the crew could see from the outside were kaleidoscopes as they were hurled about. It was like someone had fired a high explosive shell at them. Every man inside the tank grabbed at their ringing ears and clenched their eyes shut as the blinding light of the fire ball's explosion incided from the periscopes for several agonizing seconds.

"ARRGHHHH!" The crew screamed as they were violently thrown about inside the tank.

Then, the intense light receded and the dazed, screaming tankers could see again. It was a cacophony of coughing as they recollected themselves from the attack. The inside of the tank was smogged from smoke and some of the internal lighting were shattered from the consequent impact, leaving only the red hue of the emergency light, which heavily impaired their visibility of the tank's interior. If they wanted to survive, they would need to rely on muscle memory.

Subaru dragged himself around the turret basket with pained groans, clenching his teeth as he roughly massaged his head in an effort to ease his severe headache. Every muscle in his body were screaming in pain. He had hit not only his head, but his entire body everywhere this time around, due to the shock of the explosion. He was exhausted, in pain, nauseated and his headache was over the top from everything that happened up until now. It was a miracle he wasn't knocked out completely on the instant of the impact. He felt like dying. Why the fuck is happening to me?! Why?! He thought as he slowly climbed back to his seat with one hand pressuring his bleeding forehead, wondering how he had harnessed the willpower to get back on the fight.

"SNAP OUT OF IT! TO YOUR POSTS! WE'RE TAKING FIRE!" Powers shouted full force, beckoning his crew to ready themselves faster. "MALCOLM, OPEN THE PISTOL PORT AND LOAD AN EXPLOSIVE!" He coughed, "DAVIS, LIGHT THEM UP!"

"YES SIR!"

Between a fit of coughs, Davis had pulled the trigger of his machine gun. The effect was immediate; every five rounds he could see tracers embedding themselves on several unlucky bastards who had dared to attack them; which were dropping like flies in a bloody mess. He literally saw red, his blood streaming over one of his eyes like a curtain, grimacing in fury as he turned his screaming weapon left and right as thirty caliber rounds made short work of the magicians-turned-enemies in front of them and their strange lizard creatures.

Amidst of the massacre, several armored individuals with swords poured from their hole-ridden carriages in desperation, trying to escape the enraged steel beast before them.

At which point Malcolm had already opened the pistol port to ventilate all the smoke outside and had readied a shell on the breech.

"UP!" The loader loudly signaled.

Subaru had grasped the hydraulic drive just in time for Power's command:

"SUBARU, BLOW THESE FUCKERS UP!"

The gunner alligned the turret on his target and pulled the trigger, "ON THE WAY!" the M46's cannon flashed in the night as the carriages promptly erupted into charred messes, sending splinters to all sides. The explosion filled Subaru's optics for a moment before leaving a black suffocating smoke in its wake. After a few minutes, the smoke receded to reveal only dead brutalized bodies on the ground.

The small fight had ended in seconds. Those weirdo fucks had no chances, thought Subaru.

For several minutes, the crew of Tiger-03 panted as they reflected on the occurance. How did the strange man launch a literal explosive ball of fire at them? Who did they shoot at?

"Hnngh, well... now we know we ain't in Kansas anymore, huh?" Lloyd suddenly stated as a matter of factly.

"...I guess we aren't." Powers conceded, "Is everybody alright?"

"I'm good, Sarge." Lloyd waved off with a thumbs up.

"My ribs were hit bad but other than that, nothing." Malcolm said, holding the side of his torso right where his ribs were.

"Just a few bruises here, Sergeant." Davis reported after the loader.

"I hurt all over like fuck, but I'm ready." Subaru nodded to his superior.

Powers nodded in relief as he let out a breath, massaging his aching temples as he considered their next plan of action.

"Lloyd. Can you move her?"

The driver looked at the Sergeant for a moment before turning back on his seat and lightly pushed the pedal. Even while Lloyd didn't pull on any of the sticks, he looked in surprise as the tank went to the right.

"Uh, Sarge..." he paused as he stopped the tank, gently braking her, "I think we're down a track."

Every crew member looked at the driver for several moments, giving no further reaction as if they were stopped in time, their only movement was the blinking of their eyes.

"Well... shit."


Crusch had rushed to the frontlines after being informed the forward sentinels had lost visual contact with the enemy. Her strategist side quickly devised that the enemy most likely would flank them and attempt an assault on their weakest side. She had ran with unmatched speed whilst Felix and Wilhelm, accompanied by a handful of Lancemen, followed behind her. After she arrived on the outpost's right flank, however, she saw something she never expected to in her entire life.

From a spyglass, she observed as a creature made entirely of metal, with an extremely elongated nose poking out of its head, was repeatedly casting fire magic at the retreating Gusteko forces. The being was succeeding in holding its own against the numerically superior army, capable of casting its spells so fast they flashed. But what really surprised her was what it did next:

In the next second, the creature's nose suddenly erupted into a massive ball of fire which had dissapeared the same instant it was summoned. The deafening noise it created had made the Valkyrie jump slightly. For the Duchess's shock however, the forward carriages exploded, along with every enemy within. She couldn't understand...

...Had it sneezed?

The next instances of battle... no, massacre, were only the retreat of the Holy Army, running back whence they came from in an unorganized mess.

Whatever this beast of steel was, she was certain it was powerful, as evidenced by the fact it forced an entire battalion back with a sneeze. Crusch couldn't be more thankful for its interference.

As she lowered her spyglass to inform her subordinates of what had happened, she failed to take notice of the five men disembarking from the creature.


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