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As a Rune Knight in the Special Ops division, it was important for Tor to keep himself updated and well-informed about news such as the skirmishes that had erupted out of the blue at the borders between Bellum and Pergrande. However, that was it. The war between the two nations might influence the overall peace situation of the many other nations and depending on who won in the bitter end, there might a shift of power in the global stage, but at Tor’s level, it was just news. Nothing more, nothing less. His life would still go on as normal. That was a few weeks ago.

In just a few weeks, the border clashes had already escalated to the point where Bellum and Pergrande were respectively calling in favors and confirming allegiances with their allies, putting out requests for reinforcements to participate in the frontlines in hopes of turning the tide for the betterment of their side. The orders for the Rune Knights came quickly, surging down the vertical organization structure like a waterfall from top to bottom. Sign ups had been posted for volunteers to provide aid at the frontlines. Anyone who was able and willing could form squads and get shipped out to the battlefield as vanguard forces.

Tor’s blood had boiled at the prospect of joining the war. He had only been in turf wars when he was still in the Red Eagle organization, and from his first-hand experience, there was nothing better than knowing your life and death hung in a deadly balance to forge one’s will to fight. With this chance to join such a huge war and bask himself in even more of such situations, he had eagerly looked at the squads that were being formed up and considering which to join when he suddenly heard that the Field Marshal and Director were organizing their own squad to charge into the battle. Tor was completely fired up by then, and immediately put his name down amongst many others for a chance to be on this squad.

On a personal and professional basis, Tor hadn’t had the chance to be acquainted with them, since by rank or by ability, he wasn’t even in the same league to work with them yet. But from what Shane had told him of their many achievements and their personal strength, Tor wanted to find out for himself if they were truly as Shane had made them out to be. He wasn’t doubting Shane’s words, since he had already confirmed that the man had really been a former General, of the Special Ops division no less. Instead, he wanted to witness it personally. Additionally, with their country’s status as Bellum’s ally, they were going to go up against Pergrande’s best.

As a nation that condemned magic, the fact that they could rise and maintain their status as one of the superpowers in the global stage was no easy feat. The very best from Pergrande were able to go toe to toe with Fiore’s cream of the crop, proving that technology was equally as powerful as magic.

Not much was said when the full team was assembled and with the use of a magical artifact belonging to the Rune Knights, the team was instantly brought to the battlefield, albeit behind a treeline that separated them from where the majority of the clashes were happening. Magic and bullet intertwined in the air as their representative forces clashed. Field Marshall Serilda’s orders were clear and crisp. They were to move within actionable range of each other, still staying as a unit while being allowed to act individually as they saw fit.

Nothing more was said as weapons were summoned and magic primed before the entire squad charged out from the treeline, going in hot. A cross-spear appeared in Tor’s right hand while a light blue shield appeared on his left. The battlefield was potpourri of culture as mages of Bellum dressed in fantastical armor clashed against the soldiers of Pergrande in strict military clothing, made even messier by the addition of Rune Knights in their own distinctive uniform. As he scoured the battlefield for any opportunities to take, stopping beside a tree, the bark of the tree near his face exploded to bullet fire.

Tor jerked his head back and held up his light shield in reflex, the shield humming repeatedly as bullets flew at it. The Rune Knight dropped into a crouch and rolled backwards as his original position was peppered by bullets.

“Target’s moving backwards! Move in for a pincer!” the one who had shot at Tor with his automatic rifle shouted out. His rifle was still held at shoulder height, one eye tracking down the sights of his rifle while he followed his prey’s movement. Every once in a while, he would release a burst of bullets at Tor, forcing the Rune Knight to constantly move to avoid getting shot. Tor knew he was being led around by the nose, but he didn’t want to risk tanking the bullets. He had seen Director Ragnos tank the bullets and even his defense had been broken, much less his own flimsier ones.

“I have eyes on the target!” another quiet voice whispered to the one shepherding Tor, hiding behind a tree as he waited for the inevitable arrival of the Rune Knight. The moment the Rune Knight was within range, the second soldier of the two-man team stepped out from behind the tree and whipped the butt of his rifle into Tor’s face. At least, that was his plan. Tor grinned when he saw the other soldier finally made his appearance. Tor raised up his shield hand with certainty and took the blow with the light shield. It was also the final blow that his light shield could take before shattering, needing some time before Tor could reform it again.

“I’m engaging in close combat! I need backup fire!” the soldier confronting Tor shouted into his earpiece while he repeatedly used the rifle as a battering ram. The quick attacks in the short range prevented Tor from using his spear so he decisively dropped it before lunging forward, tackling the soldier’s abdomen with his shoulder as he put his arms around the soldier’s waist in an attempt to throw him backwards onto the ground. Before falling, the soldier had managed to ram the butt of his rifle into Tor’s back a few times, causing the latter to hiss out in pain despite activating another defensive spell tied to his lineage.

When the two dropped onto the snowy ground, Tor moved with the agility of a snake as he sat atop the enemy, pinning down his arms to his side with his legs and relentlessly punched at the man’s helmet. Seeing that normal attacks weren’t going to do it, when Tor pulled back his fist for the fourth time, golden lightning had gathered around his fist. The soldier could tell that the next strike was going to be different and was the real deal, and managed to summon enough strength to pull his arms out from under Tor to protect his face but Tor was aiming elsewhere. The lightning-charged fist smashed squarely into the soldier’s chest, leaving him unconscious.

A few bullets slammed into his back, the impact from the bullets enough to dislodge Tor from the unconscious soldier as he rolled to the side. Tor kept on rolling until he could reach the fallen Full Auto rifle from the unconscious soldier. Springing up into a one-legged kneel, the Rune Knight quickly brought it up to his shoulder, closing one eye while the other aimed and successfully fired off multiple shots. Tor could feel the recoil of the weapon as the weapon threatened to jerk free of his grip and dislocate his shoulder when he pressed down repeatedly on the rifle, firing more than enough shots to make up for his poor accuracy and finally bringing down the second of the pair.

Tor finally let out a breath of relief and released his finger from the trigger when the enemy on the other end of the barrel slumped down to the ground. The soldier he had knocked unconscious suddenly let out a grunt as he recovered. Tor emptied out the rest of the magazine into the soldier, bullets piercing through the body armor he wore. The sound of battle had attracted the attention of the other Pergrande soldiers in the vicinity, forcing Tor to quickly pick up his spear and run towards a more favorable position before resuming the battle with a new group. It had been a tough battle, with the only consolation being that it was against officers instead of the recruits.

[1451 / 4000 words]

It was a hectic day to be sure at headquarters. Scully, despite his build, ran as fast as he could through the halls in an attempt to deliver reports and other various paperworks to their appropriate destinations as fast as he could. Piles of paper were held in front of him tightly and securely all thanks to his huge arms he possessed. Not a single paper flew off as would some on this run. Then again, Scully couldn’t do much running, but he digressed. Apparently, decades-long standoff between two nations have finally erupted to a full scale war. Scully had no awareness of the fragile political landscape of Earthland. Mostly because he hasn’t been anywhere else. His knowledge of the outside world was limited to the fact that they had an alliance with one of the players; Bellum, and that there was war, the news said that much.

A few minutes passed and Scully was able to afford some reprieve from all the back and forth due to paperwork. And in the commotion of people trying to get to their assignments as quickly as possible, Scully had been pointing a finger across a paragraph in one of the documents he had. Trying to get a sense of why there was such animosity between the two nations. Pergrande persecuted magic, yes. But why? What led them to this culture and philosophy? It seemed confusing for the simple-minded Scully. Or rather he simply thought that why would a nation hate the very essence of the world they are in. Magic is in the very air, he thought. And surely there would have been some in their lands that would have been born with more sensitivity to that part of their reality. However, he could still be wrong, as they wouldn’t be on red alert trying to help their ally if that were the case. He just wished everyone could get along as it were. And he only wished that because Scully, being a ray of positivity, thought that there is nothing a few words and doughnuts can solve. Certainly helped him talk a man out of taking hostages and robbing people. Yes, Scully had more to learn, and in his little spare time, he decided to do a quick search of all recent events, history, cultures and traditions of different countries, and tribes. Knowledge will be his power as well.

Though it would seem fate had different plans for Scully as to how he would learn of the workings of the lands beyond his home. As part of the Combat Corps, the division responsible for manning the front lines, a superior just called on Scully to be part of the vanguard that would be assisting Field Marshall Sinclair and Director Ragnos. Shocked, Scully was clearly stuttering even the mutterings he had to himself. This has to be a prank, right? Send the fat guy that’s only good for doughnuts out to die as cannon fodder. Lure the enemy out with a weak, slow and huge target? It didn’t seem likely, as this is no time for jokes and pranks. But it also seemed unwise to bring one of the weakest to a very important mission. He really had to ask why despite the constant stuttering and the only reply he had gotten was a rather annoyed officer that gave out a rather unthought of reply about Scully being used to be part of Rune Knights before it went to heck.

True, he did serve once before. But the world has changed, he has changed and not entirely for a healthier option, he’d admit that much. But now they need him and… whatever it is he’s bringing to the table. Eventually he agreed and as the officer stood there waiting beside his deck, Scully thought of the things he might need to bring. His gun. Some rations. Oh, and they’re heading abroad so he’ll probably need his passport. The now irritated officer just grabbed the bent over Scully who was just looking for his passport in his desk from the back of his shirt and dragged him to the rest of their group who was already on their way. He was trying to explain that he doesn’t have his passport with him but before he could say anything more, and after the device had powered up, the officer shoved him towards the device and just like that, him and the rest of the members of the vanguard were in the Bellum-Pergrande border while the momentum from the shove carried over to their new location.

Unfortunately, the location was downhill. It made Scully and his round fat body roll down the incline but not without hearing the order to engage any nearby hostiles. It was an embarrassing sight to be sure. He didn’t even have time to change as he was still in his usual blue clothes he wears for basic duty.

The roll Scully was in continued until it was stopped by crashing on to some people. He didn’t know whose people he had crashed onto but it could not have been comfortable to bear the weight of the big fat but muscular man. He tried to get up as quickly as he could but as he placed his hands with force to what he thought was the ground, but was actually a man’s helmet. He got worried and hoped that it wasn’t one of their allies’ heads he just smashed. Luckily enough, it wasn’t but he still got one of the Bellum soldiers in his little tumble, and now Scully had to defend him from a Pergrande soldier who was also a part of the pile. He quickly called one of his friends to help him and they immediately opened fire on Scully and on the Bellum man.

Frightful, Scully held out his hand that held a cream filled donut that with magical properties grew to a size that covered both Scully and his ally. It oozed with its cream from the bullet holes and they immediately solidified into deadly spikes that shot out at their attackers. Pergrande was known to counter magic a lot, and knowing that tiny bit of information from the quick glimpses of the paperwork he’d been hauling earlier Scully placed the giant donut on to his back and proceeded to stand the Pergrande soldiers with his knife several times on their necks while they were dizzied out by the cream spike. Though the surprise didn’t last long and Scully was only able to kill one. The soldier that now stands decided it was a good idea to challenge a large muscular man in close combat. Scully with his menacing stare had never looked so intimidating since he had helped quell a hostage situation which prompted the soldier to rethink his moves numerous times as evidenced by his flinching. The enemy tried to be smarter by doing a series of fake outs by Scully needed only to pay attention at the last movement and catch it which he did perfectly. The enemy however tried to throw one more strike but Scully caught that as well. Now locked, Scully gave the soldier a headbutt that knocked the soldier back but did a bit more damage to Scully than it did the soldier since he basically banged his head to a sturdy helmet but the opponent was groggier than he was. In this instant, Scully struck the man in the neck like he did his friend but more numerous than before.

The entire thing was already tiring for Scully as it happened so quickly. But he would not be given a chance to take a breather as the last enemy was coming to. He had recovered from the head smash he had received from Scully earlier. And with his guard and stamina down, he would have died then and there. Fortunately, the man he had just saved finally caught on that he was part of the Rune Knights, their allies and decided to help him. He had used the same attack which was a strike to the neck with his magical sword. However, since it was magic, it didn’t do much, but just enough to stop him from getting the jump on Scully and killing him. The enemy stepped back as he clenched on his neck trying to stop the bleeding from the shallow cut, and backhanded the Bellum mage. Scully had finally got an ample amount of rest and with his huge arm, dealt the killing blow with his trusty knife once again but not before having a bullet scrape by his side as he was lucky enough to thwart the hand that held the gun away. It didn’t faze him though. He had taken a bullet straight to the arm at point blank, a little scrape wouldn’t be able to stop him. With three soldiers dead and an ally saved, Scully took him back to their forward base for him to get patched up, mostly from the wounds he got from Scully’s fall which he apologized numerous times over for on their way back.

Once he had handed him over for treatment, Scully scanned the field for where his talents of donut support can be of most help.

WC: 1540
Scully: 1540

@Serilda Sinclair @Mythal Ragnos @Nohres Xaclamir @"Grappa & Jellisha" @Tor

It had been a fairly standard day, just like many others. The audible hum of the Engineering Division's workshops filling the vibrant air as the twins were working on their own various projects when a letter clad bearing a royal seal had entered their office from a courier. Four pairs of eyes read over the summons to the allies of Bellum. They had remained blissfully unaware of the nation's quickly deteriorating ceasefire with Pergrande, mostly due to their naivety in things on a wider scale than Magnolia and Era. But when the call came to the Rune Knights to support them during this time of war, the two would be signed to journey along with their superiors into assisting with the battle. During the wait for everyone to be fully read, the girls would catch up on a brief history lesson from some of the more savvy people who had been around for longer than they would have likely been. As it has turned out, Pergrande was a nation who had been infamous for its stance of mages within its borders. Few had ever lived to recount the tales of what horrific fates that befell the magically talented within those labor camps and such. So naturally, the two saw it as their mission to go and assist Bellum with the conflict arising between the two nations. The sheer size of Pergrande was an issue though this small group of soldiers that Serilda was amassing might have been quite enough to put such fears to rest. It only a short while until the call was made to make the trek over towards the grounds where the battle would take place. Grappa had taken stock of everyone that had received the call, among them were somewhat familiar faces. Much like their father, the two did not have the best track record with getting to know the majority of their guildmates, on the count of fiddling around all way with their things in their division. As such, the twins only recognized Sully Wiggles, the well built man from their holiday outing who looked like he could have even been their dad's dad in some light. He had been there since they were born, which meant he was super old! Or they were just pretty young. Then there was Toril Fulgur, who had been Shane's recommendation since leaving that they had personally granted entrance into the guild for. He would especially receive a warm welcome from the two complete with words of encouragement and if he was settling into the guild well enough. The last remaining member, Nohres, had very little interaction with them outside of things going on, so this was a perfect opportunity to see what he could do! Of course, fighting wouldn't be a great place for small talk, but it was worth a shot when they were done!

And so it came to be the girl found themselves on the outset of battle, the group overlooking their field of conflict as the two stood alongside their beloved weapon, G.O.L.I.A.T.H. as his engines sputtered to a constant rhythm. The girls looked incredibly anxious about the upcoming fight, which likely would serve to be their first real life-or-death conflict while the two stayed close to one another, their brilliant white uniforms adorned with pins of which they likely didn't even know what they stood for. Serilda informed them of their plan, which was to carve a perimeter around the field for the main forces to move up easier than they would have without their intervention. With their orders understood, it was up to them to wait for their captain's mark. "Don't worry, we'll do this just fine." Jellisha consoled her worrisome sister, her emerald eyes filled with an unease that was beginning to affect, and likewise annoy, her sister, Yet Grappa knew that look in Jellisha's eyes all too well. The kind where she was reassuring not only her but herself as well. It honestly made her wonder if she would had preferred silence or at least some semblance of being told that she would be fine. It took all but a minute or so before Serilda would order them to charge and break through the safe haven that was the veil of trees overheard and charge forward.

GOLIATH's engine spurred as he would race forward, his small legs carrying the upper body as quick and it could go. The two sat comfortably inside of the pilot seats while the enemy soldiers would turn to see their incoming charge. Grappa would guide their oversized metal buddy towards a small group of mages who were ducking desperately behind the last remnants of an earthen type of guards. Holes and cracks would have formed across the rocks there and it looked to be ready to fall at a moment's notice. The two curved their trail of war towards the small squad who had currently been under siege by the group. "Hold on! We're coming!" Jellisha screeched. She steadied herself and held onto the sides of her seat as GOLIATH would come to a screeching halt just near the group while Grappa would aim both arms at the firing squad across from them. "Eat bullets, you bullet eaters!" The balled joints rose up, revealing six holes under each flap as a spray of ammunition would fire from the chambers and into the targets. The group would recoil from the sudden hailstorm of bullets being fired on them. Bullet holes entered their bodies while the unfortunate ones below would desperately clinging to the bodies above before they to would be riddled with holes. After three seconds of continuous fire, Grappa would order GOLIATH to cease and stand up at the group of mages still in hiding. "Get to safety! We're here to get you guys out and secure the perimeter. Move it or lose it!" Jellisha yelled at them, pointing towards the direction of where their forces would be lying in weight, that being towards down the hill. The shuffling group would take whatever wounded they could and then scurry down the hill under the cover of suppressive fire coming from the ally side.

Jellisha stood up in her seat to look at what the others in her group would be doing compared to them. Every appeared in good shape so far, with their pretty boy Tor being as amazing as they knew he could be and Scully just casually standing in the midst of battle around them and Mythal was untouched as usual. "That was pretty easy." Grappa worried, fussing her brows together in thought. "I was expecting something of a challenge at least." Jellisha turned back from her survey and would sit back down with a huff upon impact with the seat. "Those were recruits. The plain clothing, not even attacking us when we rolled up, it kind of makes sense. So don't let yourself think we won just yet. We've got work to do." she said, Grappa nodding her head in agreement while turning to face their next objective.

Twin WC : 1,176 / 4,000
@Wiggles@Serilda Sinclair@Mythal Ragnos @Tor @Nohres Xaclamir

Tor’s battle against the two Imperial Officers had led him away from the group further than he should have been. While it had seem clumsy on his end dealing with the two officer-ranked Pergrande soldiers, Tor had gained some valuable insight as to how he would be approaching the upcoming battles.  His spear, which had been rendered ineffective less than a minute into the battle was already returned to his storage. A sword would replace the spear as his main weapon, currently strapped to his back. Instead of his regular Rune Knights uniform, he had equipped the Spec Ops version, customized to meet his requests. The hood and mask that had came with the uniform was pulled up, completely covering up the lower half of his face while the lip of the hood obscured the details on the upper half.

A black gauntlet materialized over the uniform on his left hand and Tor was now much better prepared for the upcoming battles. As he trekked his way through the snow back to regroup with the rest of the squad, Tor did his best to keep a low profile, aiding only when he should. An ethereal longbow was within the grip of his left hand, while his right hand was prepped to pull back and shoot with an arrow entirely composed of red energy, like the longbow, held between the fingers. He was moving swiftly through the trees like a hunter stalking prey. His arrows would normally go unnoticed in the chaos of each battle, but still carry enough significance to affect the outcome of the small group battles.

As he trudged through the snow, just behind the treeline, the sounds of a dull whispering could be heard. Tor slowed down further, concealing himself behind trees as he moved closer to the conversation. When he was finally near enough, Tor peeked out from his hiding spot to see Pergrande recruits, crouching on the ground.

“We can’t leave! We will be tried as deserters if we get caught!” one of the three spoke up, his voice slightly higher this time. His submachine gun was hanging on the front of his vest, his hands gesturing agitatedly in front of him. “I don’t want to be here either, but think about our families back home!”

“Mum… Sis…” one of the other two recruits in front of the agitated recruit called out hoarsely as Tor saw him just slacken, dropping to the ground on his behind. His leg was bent inwards, and despite the helmet covering his face, the Rune Knight could guess that he was just staring blankly into the snow between his legs. The third one had his helmet angled downwards to the ground and he kept his silence for a few minutes before looking back up at the agitated one.

“What should we do Triever?” the third one addressed the agitated recruit. “All our lives we just wanted to sign up as a soldier to earn a decent pay, feed our families. But I never signed up to go to war!”

“Listen to me, Weiller,” Triever began to speak again, hoping to persuade them and hopefully make them see some sense but he never got to finish what he wanted to say. A mass of shadows appeared behind Triever, and with a good, hard chop of his left hand, Tor struck the back of Triever’s neck and made him faint. What happened next was easily expected as the other recruit called Weiller scrambled for his submachine gun that he had put down on the snow beside him. By the time he had aimed the gun at Tor and pressed down on the trigger, the Rune Knight had once again disappeared from sight. Tor shifted into his new position behind Weiller, grabbing Weiller from behind and throwing him into one of the trees. The recruit collided with the tree in a horizontal position, and there were no signs of him trying to get up.

The third recruit, who hadn’t been referred by any name, was also the cowardliest. Tor frowned as he took in this sight. He could understand the jarring break from reality by being thrown into a war and then expected to take lives. And from their voices, he could tell that they were young. Maybe his age, but his background was different. Yet, Tor would also expect some form of resistance at least instead of just crawling away in fear from him.

He had given mercy to the other two recruits, unsure if this would be a decision that might come back to haunt him, so Tor wasn’t going to stop at the third. Taking a few large strides towards the whimpering recruit, Tor easily grabbed the recruit without any resistance and slammed him into the nearest tree.

“Man up,” Tor growled before slamming the recruit into the tree two more times until the latter finally fainted. He could have feinted it, but Tor wouldn’t care so much. Even if he could, he wouldn’t dare to confront Tor anyway. Tor tore away the straps from their weapons and used them to tie up their hands and feet, stowing them away behind some trees, hoping they would be able stay hidden. It was the most Tor could do for them, even if they were enemies.

Just as he was finished with them, the communication device in his right ear buzzed. The voices of one of his squad members called out through the device, requesting for backup. He had identified himself as Private Nohres, to which Tor nodded slightly to no one in particular.

“I’m on my way!” Tor tapped on his communication device and gave his reply before bounding back into the battlefield. Tor was running around the area until he pinpointed where Nohres was and began evaluating the situation. They were being sieged by six Imperial Army Recruits. These six were very much different from the three he had just encountered. Their behavior alone showed that despite their uniform indicating them to be of a lower rank, their awareness for war was high. When Tor had gotten near enough, the six of them were already preparing to circle around the barrier of golden flames, weapons held up to shoulder height and ready to fire on the injured Bellum mages and their Rune Knight savior the moment the barrier came down.

With a grin on his face, Tor began dashing at his targets, his body charging with lightning from bottom to top. Just before his head was completely cloaked with lightning, he tapped his communications device.

“Your delivery has arrived!”

As though the manifestation of lightning itself, Tor’s entire being was covered in golden lightning. Lightning cracked as the Rune Knight launched himself at the first of the six Recruits, striking them one after another with a kick or punch coupled with an intense electric shock, before dashing away like a bolt of lightning at the next one, zipping and zapping them with all of the lightning he could muster and control. The speed at which he had executed the spell, looked at though as he had appeared all six of them at the same time. And when it was over, all six of them had been knocked back or dropped to the ground, still reeling from the split second attack.

Tor came a halt, lightning still crackling around his entire body, smirking with his hands on his waist as he looked around. Nohres had successfully gotten the group of injured mages to the sidelines. As Nohres’s message came through the communicators, Tor had returned to battle. He was standing where the survivors had originally been, in the middle of the encirclement of the six Recruits and unreservedly gathered a horrific amount of lightning around his entire body once more and releasing it with a shout. A wave of lightning surged outwards from him in 360 degrees, washing over the six Recruits, subduing them.

The six Recruits were still smoking on the ground when Tor walked away from the scene. While exhilarating, consecutively using two spells to bring down a group of people simultaneously was taxing. He didn’t know how long they would be fighting here, so there was a certain level of prudence that he had to practice. As he walked out of the site, one of the soldiers, scorched and smoking, suddenly grabbed at Tor’s left leg. Tor swept a cold glance towards the dying soldier, who was using his last bit of strength, and swept his left arm across the soldier’s neck and sprayed blood across the ground. The red energy blade extending from the back of Tor’s left hand disappeared with a hum at the end of the swing.

“Was everything okay?” Tor asked with concern as he walked up to Nohres. “I think it’s about time we regroup and take out the soldiers as whole.”

As he spoke, Tor turned his eyes to was where the Field Marshal was. Every single enemy soldier now had their eyes on the big fish, the grand prize. And he was certain that they would die trying.

[1517 words]
[Total WC: 2968 / 4000]

Remaining Enemies:
Weak: 4 1 left
Strong: 6 5 left

From the view back at the forward operating base, Scully bore first hand witness to some of his team member’s abilities especially of those who lead not only their squad’s operation but the Rune Knight organization as well. He would hearken to how inadequate he felt being part of the few initially selected for the mission. They were out there coating themselves in flame, raining down an army’s worth of gunfire all by themselves, changing the landscape into a winter wonderland and forming adequate, proper shields from more suitable materials (Of course compared to a doughnut, almost any material is a step up, but he digresses). And in all that time, Scully was just up there eating a doughnut and overseeing like he was some rich man enjoying a huge action adventure set piece in a multi-dimensional viewing system. However, as unprofessional as it sounds, the reason for Scully being idle at the moment was because he was getting his head treated from the headbutt he did to one soldier earlier. He was also in the process of turning his inadequate feeling into inspiration to do better and prove himself that he did in fact belong to this group and not disappoint the Marshall and Director.

Considering all the facts during his short reprieve of being bandage by a rather lovely and friendly lady, Scully decided that it would be best if he performed a rather logistical role, gathering intel, staying one step ahead of enemy movement, ascertaining weaknesses and taking their money because they’re gonna owe him some doughnuts. Now that he had his goal and his treatment was over, Scully decided that, after thanking the medic lady rather sincerely, genuinely and with a piece of doughnut, he would head over to one his teammate’s captives. He had left one to be awaited collection and took it upon himself to see to it personally. As Rune Knight, he is generally impartial or neutral to the conflict of Bellum and Pergrande, perhaps his fair treatment of the prisoner just might convince the soldier from Pergrande that not all magic and magic users are bad that perhaps, this man could start the idea of cooperation between the two nations. It was a huge dream to be sure, one whose fruition is close to impossible, but people are free to hope and to dream.

As he began to stand up from the stool he was on and make his way down once more into the battlefield, he noticed another trio of soldiers sneaking up nearby. They were dressed and armed in the same manner as the first three Scully stumbled upon. Though strangely, they weren’t out to attack. No, they had a more subtle mission. One which involved trying their best to sneak past any Bellum mage. With curiosity filling his mind, which became evident in his squinted eyes, the fat man thought it best to follow them, perhaps learn of their mission and disrupt it despite not being confident about it on account of his size. Still, he did what he could. Keeping low and maintaining his distance as well as his overhead advantage.

Then, it became clear that in the battle torn landscape, their mission was to ensure that not a single Pergrande soldier fell into enemy hands. With horror he witnessed them dispose of their comrades, people they could’ve spent time with, people they might have known. And for what? Just so equipment and intel can’t be used against them? It was horrific for Scully, he couldn’t bear to see it especially when their comrades stretched out their hand as if asking for help, a reprieve from the pain. It was a sickening thought, and knowing that Scully has a prisoner to pick up, he had to stop them, to get there before they do or they lose what little information they have.
Unfortunately, with the pace Scully is going, the three soldiers will definitely get there before him. And it was at this moment that Scully decided to get rid of them instead, perhaps even figure out why these orders were handed out and why they are even following those orders.

From his vantage point, Scully looked down on them with cold, dead eyes. As stepped on and picked up a few stones with hopes that one can be used as a grenade of some sort. But his indifference would turn into anger for not only does he feel negatively towards these three, he now has to sacrifice a doughnut to dispatch them. He reached out to the same bag from before and pulled out a doughnut that had white icing and sprinkles, staring at it for a bit thinking of how much of a waste it was and at the same time, channeling magic power into it until it glowed a faint blue hue. With a sigh, as he looked down in sadness, he flicked the doughnut towards the three men, making the sweet treat spin. It stopped and hovered right in the middle of the soldiers. The doughnut just being so tempting as it spun in their midst, eventually firing off its sprinkles like quills off a porcupine’s back. The sprinkles turned into huge spiky spear-like weapons in mid-air, catching the soldiers off guard.

Scully then came down and tried to finish them off one by one as he did not believe those colorful spears imbued with magic could penetrate magic repelling armor all the way through. Still, it did a considerable amount of damage for them to stop and fall down. One was actually already up and tried to charge their ambusher with reckless abandon, sprinkles still sticking out of him. Scully slowly turned toward him. Blank eyes starring unimpressed. The blind rage was easy to read, and even with his big size, Scully was able to just step aside and let the raging man hit a boulder, plunging the sprinkle deeper into his body, ensuring his demise. The second one saw what happened to his partner and thought it better to pull the sprinkles out. Scully turned to him and witnessed how much effort he had put on it, but when he was done and was about to throw it back at Scully, he had summoned it back through the magic flowing in it only to throw it back in the man with his massive muscular arm with such precision that it struck the same area it was in. The force actually sent the man flying back a bit, as it was now embedded even deeper in him than before.

The last man knew better than to even try and thus, pleaded for surrender. With a sigh, Scully took the still spinning doughnut off of the air and threw it at the man. The doughnut grew in size and went over the man’s head and through the hole. Now caged inside a doughnut treat, he dragged him to the man they were supposed to kill and placed him in the same doughnut cage as the other. They were warned that if they so ever try to harm each other, the survivor shall be tortured for eternity. Naturally, the fat man was bluffing. But with the way he said, cold, stern, emotionless, as if having lost all he had to live for, it can’t be helped if the soldiers felt that it was real. And since one of them saw Scully impale their squad mate in point blank, the threat was lent credence.

With a short walk back to the forward base, the prisoners were stripped of their armor and weapons before being placed in proper cages, awaiting to be question as Scully looked ahead for wherever he may be needed.

WC: 1,286
Scully: 2,828
Enemies Spawned:
Weak - 2
Normal - 6
Strong - 2

Enemies Defeated:
Weak - 2
Normal -0
Strong - 0
@Serilda Sinclair @Mythal Ragnos @Nohres Xaclamir @Tor @"Grappa & Jellisha"

The sounds of bullets reflecting off of their mechanized armor would wound off, as The girls would break through together. In an instant, their advance towards a direction near the east would make it all but apparent that the two had no intentions of being fallen so quickly in battle. GOLIATH's arms were raised to protect Grappa while she operated it at the wheel, her feet racing a mile a minute which supplied their creation with the energy needed to convert the latent magic power inside to its fullest potential. "Incoming!" Jellisha said, spinning around in her seat while hanging onto the side to be faced with a group of flankers towards the left of them. Their ride turned to face the oncoming force of soldiers while the emerald eyed twin exerted her magic forward. The GOLIATH unit raised its arms forward to the shield bearing soldiers presenting themselves for an easy target. Both arms began to circle around their respective sides in a windmill motion, as if mocking the human motion of preparing oneself for the pitching of a baseball. Grappa held down and waited for them to grow closer, the armed forces bearing to their position with shields raised and firearms at the ready. "Eyes forward. Siege these brats and get them out of that thing!" the main martial said, pointing his weapon at the two. At that instant, the right arm shot forward in a fast straight punch, its arm extended far past what most people had thought it would have due to the extensions being hidden behind its bulky frame. The sheer impact had blasted a hole in the shield wall that was the enemy forces nearby. A man was sent flying away while the others scrambled to fill the gap in their formation. Right after the first impact, the secondary first would be sent flying their way as well, piercing another layer of defense as it cut through the tower shields they had used to defense themselves. Grappa recalled both fists to her robobot's side and would stand out alongside her sibling. "Stand down and you won't get hurt. You're outmatched now." The small group stood silently by while the commanding officer pointed his blade forward. "There will be no surrender in this war! My patience with you two is at an end. Kill those two now!" The group hesitated at first but would continue their advance onto the two girls. "Well, works for me." Jellisha said, snapping her hands while a burst would winds pushed off of the ground near the group. Their shields were blown away by the sheer force, landing with a loud clatter behind them. Now vulnerable, Grappa was able to unhook a compartment near the mouth as a swift blast of wind magic shot out from GOLIATH's face. This bolt, however, was far more condensed than what her sister had once unleashed from the palm of her hand. The velocity of her attack caused a blast of magic at the location where the army had stood. The few armored units had laid scattered before them, the some lucky few landing across the battlefield in more than a few pieces. Grappa sighed in relief at their latest foe's dismissal before hearing a most familiar sound.

Behind them, a veil of darkness surrounded a furious figure approaching them from afar. The enemies scattered around them, or at least the smart ones did. Those unfortunate enough to stick around wound by sliced in half from the attacks used against them without mercy or afterthought. Yet the girls wore an expression of elation, recognizing the familiar shape of their father while they would  watch in awe at his accomplishment. Just slicing through the army of soldiers as if they were nothing. Yet just behind them, the same officer would struggle to gain some kind of ground by his fallen equipment. His firearm lied beside him, while his remaining arm would slowly steady the weapon and feed it a blue laced covering which had a distinct hum of its own. Into his radio, her made an order. "All available units, this is now a code delta alpha bravo battlefield. Switch to Magusbane ammunition when ready. Do not let your enemies retreat."

Just as Mythal had arrived and asked the two of their status, a bang would sound off. Grappa felt a sudden disturbance and, for whatever the reason, would look down to her body to see a growing patch of crimson by her right side. Her right hand carefully investigated the wound before her injuries had caught up with her and slumped forward. The mech whirled leftwards as Jellisha pulled her from the piloting seat before GOLIATH could capsize. The officer from behind would have a single arm aimed at the Exceed in human form, throughly weakened by their previous blast. On instinct, Jellisha forced herself into the seat and began peddling as the mechanical unit roared to life and opened both vents on each arm. With a loud charge of mana, she vented the pent up magic power as the officer would resign to his fate. "THEY'RE GOING TO STITCH YOU BACK TOGETHER NOW." The charge was full in a few short seconds, the ruby eyed girl's fury fueling her speed while a shell of window magic aimed at the attacking officer would be fired. After a brief haze of dirt and smoke, his largest remnant would be the arm blown away previously. The rest of him would be scattered about nearby into pieces around the crater.

She turned her attention back to Grappa, worried that she had indeed perished. Her heart couldn't take much more of her sister getting hurt, but thankfully she was in good health regardless. Jellisha hurried them to a safe corner by the trees again while Grappa clutched her right side, breathing heavily while pain would take her. "Ah-Ah...I'm okay." she tried to quell their fears while Jellisha held her hands to the wound. "I can try and get the bullet out like Mom taught us. Just give me a sec." Her hands would gently massage the wound, bringing some relief to Grappa before another piercing jolt of pain brought the ground. Her legs shook with pain, kicking Jellisha's hand away while she tried to scream but no sound came out. The bullet had somehow burrowed inside of her deeper after the simple spell that Jellisha had tried to cast. Upon the discovery of this, the general cursed to themselves. "Shit. Is it going deeper because of my magic?" she asked herself, looking at Mythal with a desperate lookin her eyes. Grappa had calmed down enough to finally force herself back onto her knees again. "I can fight..." she said, shakily trying to regain her balance against the wishes of her sister. "Just gotta stop the bleeding." she said, pressing hard against her side with tears streaming down her face.

Twin WC : 2327 / 4,000
@Wiggles @Mythal Ragnos @Tor @Nohres Xaclamir @Serilda Sinclair