-Pergrande, on the border with Bellum-
Having zoomed to Pergrande's border with Bellum as fast as she could go, Victoria slowed down and parked her DH-40 Centaur behind a waist-high rock roughly fifty meters behind where she intended to take a stand in the snow. The site where she intended to fight was fifty meters forward where another waist-high rock was sitting. She had come here to fight on behalf of Bellum against Pergrande, which was making aggressive moves on Bellum's border. A few weeks ago there had been reports of a few skirmishes between the two belligerent powers, but no big offensives had been launched by either side... yet.
Victoria felt the wind blow her ponytail around as she dismounted the DH-40 Centaur and covered it with a white tarp she had brought to try and conceal it. Not only had she driven the vehicle here to cover distance quickly, she had also brought it in case things went to Hell and she needed to retreat. But then she realized that there might not be a chance to retreat if things went south. The moment she had gotten off the Centaur she was fully committed to the fight. Victoria took a deep breath and made peace with that fact... she was not going anywhere until the fight was won or she was killed.
Victoria felt the wind blow on her uncovered face, took a deep breath, and thought about why she was here. She was here to fight on behalf of Bellum to fight the good fight on behalf of mages everywhere. She was also here to fight for Bellum's right to exist, a fight which reminded the brunette of her days living on the streets of Capital Crocus. The final reason Victoria was here was to settle an old score with Pergrande.
A long time ago Victoria, her friend Abigail Windstrider, and her mentor Florence Manderley had all flown to the country of Sin to track down and kill a rogue scientist who was conducting hideously unethical human experimentation in order to perfect a "super soldier" serum. Pergrande had refused to allow their helicopter to land in Pergrande for any reason, not even to get medical treatment. Ever since that day the brunette had held a deep grudge against the infamously anti-mage nation and had longed to find a way to settle the score without becoming a Dark Mage. Today she had been handed a gift-wrapped chance to get revenge for the slight, if only on a small scale. A small form of revenge against Pergrande was good enough for the vindictive Sabertooth mage, especially since she would not be branded a Dark Mage for getting it considering the circumstances.
Dressed in her all-white winter camouflage gear and wearing her Azure Armor over the white jacket, Victoria was not exactly the height of fashion. The blue armor made her stick out like a sore thumb against the snow and clashed with her clothing, but she would need the protection because she would be going up against Pergrande's forces and they were not a ragtag bunch of bandits or a mindless horde of zombies. They were part of a professional standing army and they were trained and equipped accordingly.
Victoria lifted up the white tarp covering her Centaur, set her backpack on it, and brought out her Silver Dagger, which she then secured to her left hip. She was not expecting to make very many kills with it, if any at all, but having a last-resort weapon was never a bad idea. Victoria made sure the Silver Dagger was secure, then picked up her backpack and put it back on before lowering the tarp to conceal the Centaur again. Victoria secured the backpack and took yet another deep breath to steady her nerves.
Victoria's battle plan was to take shelter behind the rock fifty meters in front of her and hold her ground for as long as she could... ideally she could hold her ground long enough for enemy forces to pull back for a few minutes and give her breathing room to plan the next step, which was either to bring out bigger firepower or to fall back to a more defensible position... wherever that was.
Or rather that was the plan... as her adoptive father was fond of saying, "No plan survives contact with the enemy."
With that in mind, Victoria brought out her Light Machine Gun to have a weapon on hand in case trouble came calling. She walked towards the waist-high rock at a brisk pace and took deep breaths until she finally reached it seven minutes later. Once she reached the rock she got on her knees and lowered the bipod of the Light Machine Gun, then carefully balanced the bipod on top of the rock so that it would have a stable firing position for her weapon. As a final measure she brought out her .44 Magnum Revolver and set it to her right in the snow so that if the Light Machine Gun overheated she would have another ranged weapon within easy reach. Once she was as ready as she would ever be Victoria took a deep breath, aimed her weapon towards the most likely approach the enemy would take, and waited for enemy forces to approach.
She knew that she was not very well-concealed behind the rock, which was not the best defensive position she could have selected. Her chestnut brown hair in a ponytail made her stand out and she had not brought a helmet to protect her head. The rock she was kneeling behind was a painfully obvious place for a firing position because of the many open lines of sight in front of it and she was sure that the enemy had already taken something like that into account when planning their incursions into Bellum's territory. Despite its many faults the rock was the only shelter she had from enemy fire and when the bullets started flying having even a little bit of shelter was better than having no shelter at all.
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[Total Word Count: 1,014/12,000]
@Aura @Asher Brightward
Having zoomed to Pergrande's border with Bellum as fast as she could go, Victoria slowed down and parked her DH-40 Centaur behind a waist-high rock roughly fifty meters behind where she intended to take a stand in the snow. The site where she intended to fight was fifty meters forward where another waist-high rock was sitting. She had come here to fight on behalf of Bellum against Pergrande, which was making aggressive moves on Bellum's border. A few weeks ago there had been reports of a few skirmishes between the two belligerent powers, but no big offensives had been launched by either side... yet.
Victoria felt the wind blow her ponytail around as she dismounted the DH-40 Centaur and covered it with a white tarp she had brought to try and conceal it. Not only had she driven the vehicle here to cover distance quickly, she had also brought it in case things went to Hell and she needed to retreat. But then she realized that there might not be a chance to retreat if things went south. The moment she had gotten off the Centaur she was fully committed to the fight. Victoria took a deep breath and made peace with that fact... she was not going anywhere until the fight was won or she was killed.
Victoria felt the wind blow on her uncovered face, took a deep breath, and thought about why she was here. She was here to fight on behalf of Bellum to fight the good fight on behalf of mages everywhere. She was also here to fight for Bellum's right to exist, a fight which reminded the brunette of her days living on the streets of Capital Crocus. The final reason Victoria was here was to settle an old score with Pergrande.
A long time ago Victoria, her friend Abigail Windstrider, and her mentor Florence Manderley had all flown to the country of Sin to track down and kill a rogue scientist who was conducting hideously unethical human experimentation in order to perfect a "super soldier" serum. Pergrande had refused to allow their helicopter to land in Pergrande for any reason, not even to get medical treatment. Ever since that day the brunette had held a deep grudge against the infamously anti-mage nation and had longed to find a way to settle the score without becoming a Dark Mage. Today she had been handed a gift-wrapped chance to get revenge for the slight, if only on a small scale. A small form of revenge against Pergrande was good enough for the vindictive Sabertooth mage, especially since she would not be branded a Dark Mage for getting it considering the circumstances.
Dressed in her all-white winter camouflage gear and wearing her Azure Armor over the white jacket, Victoria was not exactly the height of fashion. The blue armor made her stick out like a sore thumb against the snow and clashed with her clothing, but she would need the protection because she would be going up against Pergrande's forces and they were not a ragtag bunch of bandits or a mindless horde of zombies. They were part of a professional standing army and they were trained and equipped accordingly.
Victoria lifted up the white tarp covering her Centaur, set her backpack on it, and brought out her Silver Dagger, which she then secured to her left hip. She was not expecting to make very many kills with it, if any at all, but having a last-resort weapon was never a bad idea. Victoria made sure the Silver Dagger was secure, then picked up her backpack and put it back on before lowering the tarp to conceal the Centaur again. Victoria secured the backpack and took yet another deep breath to steady her nerves.
Victoria's battle plan was to take shelter behind the rock fifty meters in front of her and hold her ground for as long as she could... ideally she could hold her ground long enough for enemy forces to pull back for a few minutes and give her breathing room to plan the next step, which was either to bring out bigger firepower or to fall back to a more defensible position... wherever that was.
Or rather that was the plan... as her adoptive father was fond of saying, "No plan survives contact with the enemy."
With that in mind, Victoria brought out her Light Machine Gun to have a weapon on hand in case trouble came calling. She walked towards the waist-high rock at a brisk pace and took deep breaths until she finally reached it seven minutes later. Once she reached the rock she got on her knees and lowered the bipod of the Light Machine Gun, then carefully balanced the bipod on top of the rock so that it would have a stable firing position for her weapon. As a final measure she brought out her .44 Magnum Revolver and set it to her right in the snow so that if the Light Machine Gun overheated she would have another ranged weapon within easy reach. Once she was as ready as she would ever be Victoria took a deep breath, aimed her weapon towards the most likely approach the enemy would take, and waited for enemy forces to approach.
She knew that she was not very well-concealed behind the rock, which was not the best defensive position she could have selected. Her chestnut brown hair in a ponytail made her stand out and she had not brought a helmet to protect her head. The rock she was kneeling behind was a painfully obvious place for a firing position because of the many open lines of sight in front of it and she was sure that the enemy had already taken something like that into account when planning their incursions into Bellum's territory. Despite its many faults the rock was the only shelter she had from enemy fire and when the bullets started flying having even a little bit of shelter was better than having no shelter at all.
[Post Word Count: 1,014]
[Victoria's Word Count: 1,014/4,000]
[Total Word Count: 1,014/12,000]
@Aura @Asher Brightward
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