The four witches were now on the field, equipment on, faces ready. Alicia and Fauna were standing meters apart, facing each other, with Marelda, who was using the smaller Mark IV tracked legs, and Kanako standing on the sidelines.

"Animazione!" Alicia yelled, pointing at a pile of rocks nearby. The rocks glowed with a magic aura, which disappeared seconds later. The rocks then began shaking, and quickly collided into the form of a wolf, the rumble of the stones moving inside it gave it a growling noise.

Fauna looked at Marelda, who just nodded her head. "Mutation!" Fauna once again transformed, dropping her cannon, much to Marelda's disappointment.

Fauna and the rock wolf charged at each other. They contacted with such force that the earth crumbled beneath them. Fauna tried to rip the beast apart, but as a rock tumbled away, it would only reattach itself moments later. The wolf wasn't even attacking, allowing itself to be broken apart and regenerate once again.

Die! Fauna continued to change, until one couldn't tell who the real monster was. Marelda shook her head, and turned to Kanako. "Nishizawa." "Haik! Kiyomeru!"

Fauna panted as she became her normal self again, the wolf giving her a crumbly smile and a dry chuckle. Fauna snarled at it, and focused her energy again. I'll get you for that! "Mutation!"

Ripping it apart won't work… But each time the attack doesn't work, I only mutate further…

She tried clawing at it several more times, only to over-mutate, making Kanako constantly drain her magic. "Don't give up, Fauna-san!" Fauna gave her a thumbs up, and mutated again.

"Pool! Clear your mind when you mutate!" "Don't be impatient!" "Get a hold of yourself!" None of those sentences worked to help Fauna, as she helplessly mutated and failed to destroy the wolf. "Wittmann-san, I'm getting tired…" Marelda sighed, and shouted, "Practice is over!"

Fauna panted, and yelled, "one more time!" "No, Pool, no more-" "Mutation!" Fauna charged once again, this time with the cannon in hand. If I can't shred it, I'll blow that thing up! She loaded a High Explosive shell, and fired at the wolf, making the beast shatter into pieces. But even so, it began to gather slowly.

The source… She looked straight at Alicia, growling in her throat. Alicia yelped, and Marelda shouted, "POOL!"

Clear your mind… Fauna grasped for control over her head, forcing all of the beast's thoughts out. She finally stopped mutating, and it started to reverse. Fauna began screaming in pain, until only she and her familiar were left. This process used a lot of magic, as a large magic circle appeared beneath Fauna.

I did it… She then blacked out, a grin plastered over her face.

Hah, you finally bested me, eh? But I won't let you next time, Fauny girl!...

Fauna… Fauna-san… Fauna-san!... "Fauna-san!"

Fauna's eyes flicked open, but they winced as her vision was filled with light, and she suddenly gasped for air. The other witches, save for Odetta who was on patrol, were standing around her, as she lay on the infirmary bed. They all sighed in relief and Kanako hugged Fauna tightly, tears running down her cheeks.

"I thought I couldn't save you! Gomen, gomen, gomen!" Kanako exclaimed. Fauna wheezed, and patted her back. "It's ok, Kanako, I'm fine. But I may black out if you don't let go…" "Ah, gomendasai!" She let go, blushing as she continued to look at Fauna.

Fauna looked around, and asked, "why is everyone here?" Karlyn answered, "because Kanako needed company, and we need to bring you along to meet a new witch. No one gets left behind! Except, you know, Odetta."

Fauna smiled, and picked herself up slowly, grimacing as she felt the pain in her back, where the mutation is centered. Kanako moved up to help, but Fauna denied her, saying, "don't worry, I'm fine now. Just need to stretch a bit, that's all."

As she got off the bed, Fauna noticed that she was wearing a fresh pair of panties, and felt a slight burning sensation on her legs. "Did the Sherman strikers?..." Kanako blushed while nodding, and said, "h-haik. The safety feature activated…"

Fauna turned red as well, imagining what it looked like while she was unconscious. She would be laying on the grass, her striker ejecting her forcefully, giving her extra energy reserves, and would create a small, inner explosion which burned through undergarments. "Well uh, let's go!"

The battalion filed out, and they followed Marelda outside through the cramp, dimly lit corridors. They exited through a large wooden door, and waited at the front of the base, where several Anti-Neuroi guns had been placed, and a few Hispanian guards on duty. The ground around them was all dirt, not even an inch of concrete.

"Who is it?!" Lara asked, jumping up and down in excitement. After around 10 minutes of waiting, they all saw a small dust cloud coming towards their direction. "That must be the transport…" Emma muttered. Soon, the cloud of dust reached them, the sound of an engine roared and came to a halt. But it didn't take a genius or a magic eye to see that there wasn't a truck or a car in front of them. "Eh? How was there so much dirt flying around?" Marjatta wondered out loud.

Soon, the dust cleared, and before them stood, or rather bent over, a tall, brown haired witch, wearing tracked legs, holding a witch gun, carrying yet another pair of tracked legs on her back, alongside her backpack which looked full of equipment. She was panting, her familiar's ears drooping.

"So tired…" they heard her mutter, and she struggled to stand straight. She fixed her glasses, and looked at them all with a dizzy expression. "S-Sargento Primero, Félicia Verdeja Bardales, Segunda División Blindada…" she said, giving a shaky salute. The witches stared at her in disbelief, but a quick glare from Marelda made them all return the salute. Félicia sighed in relief, and put her equipment down. "I'm glad I finally arrived… They didn't give me any transportation, so I had to move all the way from home to this base!"

Lara couldn't take it anymore. Once she spotted her chance, she flew towards Félicia, jumped behind her, using the tracked legs as footing, and groped her from behind. "E-Eh?!" Félicia yelped, blushing as she struggled to get away from the Gallian devil. "They might even be bigger than Jennifer's!~" Lara exclaimed, squishing the soft pillows as she continued to violate Félicia. Jennifer fumed, and looked away. "Like I would bother with such trivial matters!"

Marelda sighed, and hit her face with her palm. "Lara, get off the inventor, right now!" Lara frowned childishly, and jumped off. Félicia began to cover herself incase another ambush occurred.

"Inventor, Wittmann-san?" Kanako asked. Félicia nodded, as she got her equipment in order. "S-Sí, I am a Hispanian tracked legs inventor." She pointed at her striker. "This is the Verdeja 2, and the over there is the Verdeja 1. Oh, and the weapon is a 45mm L/44 modelo 1939 Witch Gun."

"Not very good with names, are you?" Karlyn asked sarcastically. Félicia scratched her head, and answered, "well, my government hasn't accepted my designs yet, so I just gave them easy names…"

Elizaveta took a look at the strikers, and commented, "ah, they have a strong resemblance to the T-26 and Mark I strikers! So these are light tracked legs, right?" This time, Félicia didn't answer, the warm afternoon day suddenly becoming cold. "Orussia…" she muttered, clenching her fists and staring at Elizaveta angrily. Elizaveta backed off slowly, afraid of what would happen next.

"Uhm, well, we can introduce ourselves personally later! Let's get this equipment inside, all of you!" Marelda ordered, breaking the tension. Everyone scrambled, getting the tracked legs and cannon into the garage, and helping Félicia settle in. Fauna saw Elizaveta sitting down, her expression dark.

"Hey Liz, what's wrong?" The Orussian looked up at Fauna, and stared at her with a pained face. "I'm still not welcome here, comrade…" she answered, "no Orussian is ever welcome in Hispania…"

Next time, on Rolling Witches!

Félicia: This is all your fault!

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