Maken pow:
"Bloody, heavenly, hell. This was really fast." I said to myself as I crawled into my tank and went forward to direct rest of my team to the starting positions.
"Why do you dislike the ceremonial parts so much? We should respect our opponents no matter what." A genuine curiosity from Amazonas sounded in my ears clearly, giving me a near anger issue problem.
"You saw how much this Mika, or however they caller her, respected us, right?" I asked her with near accusatory tone, hearing a gulp from the other side thanks to high radio settings. "For me, respect is a thing to earn, not to get for half-free. And let me tell you, Mika is VERY disrespectful not only to me, but to all of US aswell..." I maked a pause to focus on turning my tank left towards the right spot. "So, please tell me people... Are you ready to teach her a thing or two about respect and reactionary character of physics?" I asked them all, earning a cheerish clapping and ocassional agreements in response. "Excellent! Now let's go to where we start and uphold our newfound tradition of individual initiative for all times it takes!" I announced proudly, speeding up to pass throu the small, but suprisingly steepe hill for a guy who's childhood was send mostly in a flat farmlands such as myself.
Andou pow:
"Lucky us! They still taking their starting points." I smiled with relief as we came to the stands and took our seats on the stands.
"Our timing was never in doubt. Light tanks tend to be faster and therefore are more useful if you're delayed by traffic." Beatrice greeted us, patting me on the shoulder since she sat on a seat right to me.
"Bea! Haven't expected you here to be honest." Antonio cracked a wide smile, making her visibly angry at the teasing by mistaking her name.
"First, it's Beatrice. Second, as a group representative you should be more official. And third, neither did I to see you." She explained in a quite offended style, scoffing at the end and turning herself away from us.
"Whatever, the match starts soon so I'm ready for your bets." Alvara said, taking out her wallet and making us forget about the troblesome reaction of my friend.
"Ten Yen on our gals!" Antonio cried in excitement, passing said ammount to her.
"Three hundred on Maken scoring a hat-trick plus twelve on our victory!" One of our own students with flag of Zimbabwe on his forehead said, giving said ammount of Yen to Alvara.
"Who are you?" I asked the stranger on instinct, confuser about the situation.
"Oh, sorry me! I haven't introduced myself first." The tan-skinned boy roughly my age smiled akwardly, giving me a hand. "I'm Nobrega Colorades. Maken has accepted my enrollment into this school two days ago and I haven't managed to pick up friends so far." He presented himself, waving backwards his long black hair.
"I'm Rena Andou, I also was accepted by Maken like... Three days ago or so after BC Freedom kicked me as an aftermatch of social conflict." I responded, positively responding to his handshake.
"Cut it outp you two! The match has just started!" Antonio called us out of the conversation, pointing at the screen where the tanks of both sides rolled out to the battle.
Maken pow:
"These guys are going to be sooooo suprised when I overwhelm them with my custom tactics." I smiled, closing a massive book about warfare tactics of steepe nomads before putting it behind his seat and focusing on driving as far away from the others as fast as my heavly modified Panther could.
"Given what I saw Continuation girls brought at the pre-match meeting, they have BT-42, one Panzer IV, Three of T-28, T-26, BT-7 and BT-5 each plus a Vickers 6-ton." I kept my thinking processes running, in a meanwhile speeding like madman between trees and hills of the forest-like battlefield.
"Given their strategy always has to include flanking and close quaters combat, my best bet is to engage head-on at one of unexpecting flanker squads or just rush into them to cause panic and let my allies do the thing." I smiled, remembering very well that Brazilians stayed at the starting positions with our flag tank - The said tank being their M-3 Stuart. - and thursly won't be participating in battle outside of long-range survileance over what they could see in the dense forest. "Anyways, better if I get ready now than on the other ocassion when they see me." I smiled under my breath, loading APCR shell into the gun barrel and preparing an HE one to be put in right after.
Orange Pekore pow:
"That's clearly something, I didn't expected to see Panther be this fast. At least ont from them." I commented with impressed tone, seeing Maken's Panther pick up clouds of dust and dirt as it speeded nearly straight towards Jaktasota's starting position.
"I cannot disagree." Assam added, making her calculations on the laptop while sitting on the seat to my left. "Whatever they did to make Panther achive sixty-three kilometers per hour on a rough terrain is beyond me." She added, taking a brief look at the stands where Rosehip and her new friends were making enough noise to wake up the dead.
"Now that you mentioned it, you will need to make an espionage on their team soon to learn more about them. We are lucky that we underestimated them this time and not right before first battle with them." I added to her in a half-whisper, to which she nodded with intrested face before going back to her calculations.
Maken pow:
"Why do I feel the urge to already play my music playlist? I don't even see these guys in sight." I thought, my left arm senselessly moving towards my boombox to which my phone was already connected thanks to me turning bluetooth alongside in-mounted to my phone Wi-Fi router, giving the latter a size of a brick."Meh, I guess I can play it now to simulate adrenaline rush, even if it misses the beat." I decided after a split senond of thinking, pressing the 'play' button and throwing my hair backwards with a solid nod just to make myself feel better.
[Play: Looming Dread (Kentaro Nakajima, Resident Evil 2 OST): https/youtu.be/664T5ScFabk]
"Now hope to not miss the beat, dumbass." I insulted myself in third person, before moving forward to see of my assumptions were right.
"I knew it!" I shouted to myself in ave as I rushed around the corner and passed two BT-5's, turning right and entering the drift to get a better angle of attack. "Blammo!" I shouted as I fired my gun at the rear end of one of them, making the engine explode in the process. "Lock-n-load, lassies!" I laughed to the imaginary portrayal of mine opponents, firing a second shell straight at the turret of second BT-5 who tried to hide behind his teammate's wreckage. Needless to say, the tank jumped into the upon recieving a shell, fall to the left and then bounced from the ground embarkment which caused him to end up on the ground inverted with tracks in the air. His white flag popping out right aftereards to match the one of burning friend.
"All units! I destroyed two BT-5's on our left flank! Prepare for hostile pincer manouver!" I shouted in informative manner throu my radio before pressing on The accelerator and driving roughly towards Jaktasota's beginning positions with devious plan in mind.
Narrator pow:
"I destroyed two BT-5's on our left flank! Prepare for hostile pincer manouver!" Voice of Maken sounded throu the radio, informing both loosely spreaded tanks of Sudamerican and hiding Brazilian team with their flag tank of his advances.
"Roger that Caudillo!" Already known to you girl going by the name of Nina Amazonas replied, tapping the neck of her driver to go forward. "Everyone, the Brazil team is speaking! We're moving to the north-eastern corner of the battlefield. Keep us informed of eventual attacks!" She added as her unit moved forward and then turned twenty degrees to the left.
"Roger that! Cuban team has also reported a Vickers 6-ton trying to flank us, so team Honduras went to defend our rear." Positive response from the radio comforted her, sharing the informations about the situation of main forces.
"At least they're aware of the situation." Nina said to herself before opening the hatch and peeking outside with binoculars to check the surroundings and help her driver navigate throu hard terrain. "Now we need to hope others won't miss the beat..."
Narrator pow (Scene change):
(Author note: Looming Dread still plays in the background.)
"Hold on, I know this grey armor!" Maken shouted in sudden realisation, spotting five tanks two miles to my right as he had his ride deep inside enemy lines. "ALL UNITS! i spotted five enemies in sector E-10! I need backup." He quickly informed others of his discovery, in a meantime crossly acceleeating to prepare for passing between them and loading an AP shell into the gun.
"Copy that! Onward we ride!" A joyful response from Cali - A Colombian group representative and their M-3 Stuart tank commander responded, giving him scraps of information about the incoming help.
"Sure thin..." Maken was about to respond before he spotted a BT-42 with the markings of the flag tank leaving the group and going away at high speed. "I'm chasing their flag tank! Focus on the others please!" He shouted throu the radio with newfound energy, changing his new target in a direction that would let him cut the distance between him and Jaktosota's flag tank as quickly as possible.
"Brum, brum! The incoming is DOOM!" Maken laughed throwing his improvised catchphrase before firing the shell into general direction of opposing tanks, ripping in half right tracks of what looked like Jatkosotan T-28 and passed by an comical speed, turrets of suprised opponents turning around to shoot back at him. This however, was about to be their downfall soon enough.
Narrator pow (Diffrent scene):
"There he goes! Caudillo strikes a hat-trick and the bookmakers go wild!" A girl with medium lenght blond hair commented, letting her enthusiasm boost the immersive relation of the match which she was currently commenting from Sudamericana school ship thanks to online connection to the main screens from the match stands and other methods legalised by authorities.
"No wonder he's called such, Lily. The skill, the drive, the unrelenting pursuit he does now. These are the marks of well oiled machine of war he definitely is!" The second commentator, a tall boy without a chin and curly ginger hair added, complemening his leader in quite a lot of ways.
"But low let's set the digressions aside Norman, since the confused Jaktasota tanks are attacked from the back by Colombian units! And here goes the ammo rack!" Lily quickly took the priority of the events at hand over her co-worker, reporting the bold rush of lone M-3 Stuart against three Jatkosotan tanks. "T-26 down by a shot in back of the turret! And Panzer IV downed the same way! What a show from Colombians!" She shouted to her listeners, unable to contain her excitement.
"But look at that Lily. Maken went by them in pursuit after their flag tank and caused them to turn in protection of it. This however allowed Cali to shot in the back of their turrets! The skilled crews of Jatkosotan were just played like a damn fidles for free!" Norman added with his own share of excitement, passing by the fact that crew of still remaining BT-5 managed to escape and returned fire, ripping off the hatch of M-3 Stuart in the process.
Andou pow:
"Go on people! We cuttin' them like grass!" Antonio shouted time after time, commanding the tribunes with our fellow students to rise and cheer for our team in organised manner.
"Wow! Look at this zooooom! I want to go like him!" A random exclamation from Rosehip catched my ears, making me look far away to the left where Jamaica clan weas forming the mexican wave and occupying the zone for smoking people.
"Any opinions so far?" Alvara asked me, passing over drinks to other spectators.
"Maken is carrying our team. And I don't like that." I responded, seeing how Colombian M-3 Stuart and Jaktasotan BT-5 rammed eachother, effectively ending the battle for the two. "We might have fourteen to nine in pure numbers by now, but without him the score would be opposite. He's just pushing himself over the edge, even with second strongest tank on the battlefield." I added, keeping my eyes on the telebim where Panther engaged in a chase after BT-42, following it in a slalom while maintaining the fire exchange.
"Naaah, he has it in the bag! See? He's already decreasing the distance." Nobrega opposed, him and Alvara cheering themselves with a swig of alcohol-free beer for their own amusement.
"Yeah... I do hope he has it." I thought worried, looking at the screen with growing suspense as both tanks entered straight out borderline ways of driving.
Maken pow:
(Author note: Looming Dread is fading away at the beginning of this part.)
"Hey Mika? Wanna hear a joke?" I asked with devious amusement as I picked up the radio frequency of Jatkosotan BT-42, both of us engaged in a near-legendary chase far away from main battlefield.
"A one or two won't hurt, would they?" A voice of Mika replied to me, the loud thud following short after as my shot bounced from their turret and they responded with their shot narrowly missing my own turret by few milimeters up.
"In that case I have two. Karelia and private property." I said in response, making my tone as serious as I could while accelerating even further and grabbing whooping seventeen kilometer per hour on my modified speedometer.
"Hahah, how cultural from you..." Carefree voice of Mika responded to me, as a sound I guessed was a shell being loaded into the gun. "But your insulting and talking too much" She added, making me pick up the radio to shout at her.
"You think you're tough?! Then I-!" I begin my rageful response, but was interrupted by a sudden impact from the front and my vision went black. I did however remained concious, but how much did it help me when I was partially knocked out and moving at dramatically high speed into everyone-but-me-knows-where? And the fact I felt my blood escaping the body in a at least three places didn't help in any tangable way.
Andou pow:
"Oh no..." I scowled, seeing as the black smoke erupted from Maken's Panther, blocking the whole vision within two mile radius as BT-42 escaped the chase amc covered him with their shells, unsure whenever he was down or not.
Orange Pekore pow:
"Oh my gosh! What happened here!?" Dramatically engaged Eclair from Maginot Girls Colleage shouted in fear, herself and Wallay from Koala Forest Academy being just taken from friendly overseeing of the battle with me.
"Assam! We need as much information as we need, quickly!" I threw new orders to my left in genuine shock upon seeing the very tall line fo black smoke rising from hitten Panther, now fully aware of what could happen to Maken.
"On it!" Assam replied in hurry before making new data gathering on her laptop, understanding the weight of the situation.
"May he be okay, may he be okay..." I prayed in the back of my head, unwilling to have my last talk with Maken to be just offensive argument.
Maken pow:
"Dammit! It's not the way I'm dying! What will they do without ME?! What will My school do without ME?!" I kept repeating in my head as I grabbed what felt like a metalic can from my deposit of Energy drinks on the right and luckly managed to find the 'play' of my phone and let the next song in the playlist play. "This better give me adrelanyne and this willpower crap boost, otherwise I'm dead" I thought, forcing myself to move back into driving position while taking blood out of my mouth and left cheek
[Play: The Slaughter Continues Remastered (Benlab Diablo) https/youtu.be/yPEyWzsDzw0]
"Hahahahahahahhh... Just In time... Shame that Mika will finally learn what fear is." I laughed like insane psychopath before finally getting myself together and moving my Panther forward from the smoke. "Hmm... Let's see if I have to give up now.." I said to myself as I looked around the tank and checked my white flag status from the inside. "Nope, Jatkasota gets their solid beating today." I smiled upon realisation as I pressed the button responsible for removing all vehicle limiters and accelerating to one hundred kilometers per hour in just eight second.
"Hey Mika! I have even better joke for you, wanna hear it?" I asked with a laugh of hyena as I picked the radio contact with Mika.
"I guess I can, what is it then?" She asked unsurely, her hesitance being straight up detectable for me in her voice.
"Your. Whole. Life." I responded with stone-like voice, moving the barrel of my gun upwards to shot her at greater range. "And I'm closing your rowdy circus HERE AND NOW! " I added with loud shout at the end, firing my AP shell into her general direction.
"That's funny and all, but- Aaaah-!..." Mika tried to laugh from my threats, but was interrupted by my shell presumeably hitting her tank and doing at least some damage.
"Sorry Mannerheim wannabes, but I'm ending this child's play! Welcome in a hood of adulthood!" I laughed after making few puns as I ended the radio call and rushed forward while simultaniously preparing all my temporar booster and overdrive mechanisms for usage.
Andou pow:
"YEAAAAHH!/GO GET THEM CAUDILLO!/WE BELIEVE IN YOU!" The whole stands erupted in ecstasy as Maken's Panther emerged from the smoke at car-like speed and dashed forward after the Jatkasotan flag tank like a dog after a piece of meat.
"Oh dear lord, I really should have digged into Maken's history a lot deeper. He has a lot more to himself that I thought." I thought as I sat at my sit and looked at the screen like a sculpture, unaffected by hundreds or thousands of screaming schoolamtes who did their absolute best to make it feel like a football match.
Maken pow:
(Author note: The Slaughter Continues Remastered still plays in this scene)
"Ruuun! Ruuuuuuuuun! I'm coming for youuu!" I nearly singed with malicious intent as I kept on firing at Jatkasotan BT-42 who didn't even bothered to shot back at me, it's gunner propably just frozen in fear as I already close the gap between us to mere distance of two hundered meters and kept on lowering it.
"Now that I think about it..." I paused my mini monolouge as I realised I pushed my opponent into the canyon that had width of one and half tank. "... Let's use this overdrive mode NOW!" I shouted to myself at the end as I pressed the red button with evil grin on it as I felt myself being pushed into the seat and my tank ramming the opposing one in the back. "Oh well, I surely will miss this custom power unit suitable for small jet planes" I though to myself as I tied my safety belts and watched throu driver's visor as BT-42 was smashed against the rocks, losing the whole hun and all that was place forward to the turret before the quick popping sounds of our white flags became hearable.
Narrator pow:
"The Sudamericana General High School wins!" Teh voice of the announces sounder across whole battlefield and tribunes, making everyone either go crazy from happiness or just look into the ground with shock and sad face.
"Hey you two, are you alright?" Osvaldo asked, pulling a tired girl with snow-white skin and silver hair out of defeated Vickers-6 Ton.
"Yeah, Yeah... Thanks for asking." Girl replied, her curly blond hair flying all over the place as the wind begin to pick himself up. "Say, is your commander sane? He seems to be a madman..." She asked him in return, looking at the ground as both Hondurian tanks came closer to pick up the defeated crew.
"He is, but it's easy for him to put it away for the greater good." Osvaldo replied, smiling in a comforting was as he put her with easy on top of his tank. "I actually try to be like him, but with mixed results." He continued speaking as he crawled up on the tank and stood face to face with her. "Anyways, mind sharing a name with me out of curiosity? I'm Osvaldo." He then added for unknown reason making her laugh a little.
"Sure, I'm Eevi." She responded before taking out a small card from her pocket and giving it to him. "Call me whenever you need, friends are important in life after all."
Andou pow:
"What. Just. Happened." I said word by word to avoid stuttering as I observed crew of BT-42 walking away from their destroyed tank while Maken followed behind them making kazotsky kick dance at nearly equal speed to three girls walking from the tank in either shock, defeat or mix of the two.
"But to thing that he did such a crazy thing and now it mocking them..." I thought, caring next to nothing about the cathartic behavior of observers who went into five hundered people long conga line. "That's just... That's just... That's just bad..."