(Yes, this is copy-n-paste from my other Fic.)
Hey, what's up, everyone. This is mostly to tell everyone that... Yes. Indeed I am alive and well. Writer's block has been a bitch to deal with recently.
Plus I am in a couple of TableTop games that have taken more time than usual. New members and all that.
The other big time-consuming project is a podcast I've started up with a few friends/acquaintances. Weebs&Idiots is the name of the YouTube channel for any interested but that has taken up a lot of time.
The last big thing is I've been in talks with a military recruitment officer.
All of that aside I've been fine for the most part. The lockdown is a pain but that's really nothing new. To try and make up for my distinct lack of updates I got a little preview for everyone.
Enjoy!
"500 meters out… Wind is 3 km east… Target is in the open…" Covered in mud, blood, and a ghillie suit the armored commando recited his calculations absently. During his enlistment in the SAS, he had seen many deployments. Mostly in the middle east taking out HVT's. He provided over-watch during the raid that killed Bin Laden. He had to admit that those Seal teams did good work. He had other ops that were paper only with so much black ink there were only a few words. He had a checkered history in the world of covert operations. Now he was in literal magical Germany, on the front lines targeting an enemy mage battalion leader. A Named Mage at that.
"Moving… moving… holding at 600 meters…. 300 meters up… wind change of 2 km west… No smoke cover…" A grin that could give Major Degurechaff a run for her money settled on his face.
"Perfect…" The thundering sound of his rifle traveled through the area. Or would have if not for the symphony of other battles. The weapon of choice was a nasty piece of work. The PTRD-41. A single shot anti-tank rifle with the capabilities of shattering magic shields. Given he was special forces he had asked for some modifications. The ability to channel magic to enhance performance, range, and piercing capabilities. The ability to interface with a HUD like that of mages. His own personal touch being the magical uplink to his helmet.
Sliding the bolt-action lever back the smoking cartridge of the spent bullet sizzled on contact with the mud. The smell of gunpowder from the ignition chamber filled his mask. A pleasant scent he had come to love. Muscle memory kicked in soon after. Less than a second later another round was slotted in the open chamber. His eyes never leaving the enhanced scope. His second round wouldn't be needed it seemed. The Named Mage's chest cavity currently had a 12.7 cm hole in it. Through that hole, he could see someone's mortified expression.
Glorious.
