In an incipient night full of stars that are satellites, Erika and Nadjela jump from rooftop to rooftop at a rapid pace, one aided by training at the Sturmmann, the other by a life close to the wild. The silhouette of the thunder dome is nearby, a silent black mass.

They descend from a terrace through a wall. Erika steps forward hunched in the darkness, a knife in one hand and a hammer in the other, flanking the slavers guarding the entrance to the coliseum.

One of the sentries senses her coming with the subtlety of a cool breeze, which turns into an inferno when Erika lets the iron in her hand ram into the guy's left knee, fracturing it. The man collapses onto his legs, his mouth paralyzed in a mute scream, only to feel a cold nail enter him through the crown of his head.

Erika turns her wrist, breaks the knife on the dead man's head, releases the broken handle, and tilts it towards the dumbfounded partner, who moves the lever to his left to position the turret, and adjusts the sight of the minigun. He doesn't give him a chance to shoot, Erika was already on top of him, knocks him to the ground and hammers his face into crushed flesh.

Nadjela approaches cautiously from where she was hiding, the piggy follows. Erika drops the bloody hammer, lowers the bag from her shoulder to the ground, and pulls out the AK-47. The life-giving fluid runs down her chest and abdomen, and highlights her erect nipples under the tight-fitting suit. With an angelic smile on a red-stained face, Erika asks Nadjela to keep her back to her, otherwise she might mistake her for a target. The princess gulps and nods.

The piglet goes first, chasing Chester's scent with her powerful nose. The Nazi follows behind, unleashing lead against any human being that comes into her field of vision. Whether they are watchmen, straggling visitors, or slaves, they are knocked down by the blasts she spits and booms from the rifle, to shouts of: Sieg Heil!

Bodies crash against the floor, the doors, or the walls. Erika spends one second to aim and shoot, two to check which way the piglet is going, three to lean, and in the fourth she resumes the race looking for something new to kill with renewed energy, as if nourished by the fear she gathers in the eyes of the people on the other side of the canyon. Nadjela jumps over the corpses that Erika leaves in her path, without giving her time to differentiate between victims or victimizers, even more so when they discover stiffs that were there before.

The little pig scrapes a door with her hooves. Erika reaches out her hand to open it, but it slams open by itself, and a tide of desperate people spills out into the hallway.

Nadjela carries the piglet and presses herself against the wall to avoid being stepped on. Erika was about to unleash a blast into the crowd, but in those haggard eyes imbued with hope, and in the broken shackles they still carry, is the identity of the slaves.

Wanting answers, Erika grabs a wretched woman by the arm and pushes her against a wall, jamming the cannon in her face. The wretch, little more than a teenager aged by long days of sexual slavery, screams hysterically about how she would rather die than be locked up again.

"Calm down!" Erika slapping her with the back of her hand. "I'm not interested in you! I want to know what's going on! Did someone set them free?!"

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The slap, in addition to bringing a few tears to her eyes, brings her back enough to shout with wide eyes the name that the crowd cheers.

"The Lancasterian!"

Predator and princess exchange glances. Nadjela covers her mouth with both hands, she feels a swelling of pride in her heart, her Chester saved those people!

Erika decides to continue with the mission. She asks the slave about where Chester is, but she starts shouting with eyes possessed by anger, words about that she will never betray the liberator, and tries to scratch the German. Erika, understanding that she will get nothing useful from her, throws her to the ground and returns to Nadjela to continue.

With no slaves obstructing, the piglet enters the stair complex and climbs up, discovering a door with the shattered lock of a corten. They cross into a hallway with more dead slavers, some shot, some dismembered.

At the end of the hallway are double doors. In front of the doors stands a practically naked man, except for the visor, the bandages, and the purple thong. The broad-backed man holds a bloody katana and a smoking gun in the hand of his arm tattooed with the face of a lion. The piglet approaches him and rubs its snout against his legs. Chester turns around and tackles the girl who throws herself into his arms. Nadjela sinks her face and tears into his chest.

"You idiot!" Nadjela raises her face and gives him a resounding slap. The nobleman touches his cheek with the side of his magnum, more stunned by the gesture than by the slap itself. "Don't worry me again... Please"

Nadjela sinks her face into her favorite hiding place, Chester's chest. The warrior holsters the pistol on the side of the thong, and with his free hand he strokes her hair, then takes her chin with his fingers and lifts her face.

"Forgive me, Nadjela. But I'm standing here with you, aren't I? You don't need to cry" He wipes away her tears with a finger. "Did you forget my promise? Nothing will defeat me until you are back with your people. A man's word is worth, and mine is worth gold"

Chester's encouragement brings a smile back to Nadjela's face. Erika, leaning with her arms crossed against the wall, puts her fist to her mouth and clears her throat.

"If you want, I'll find you a mattress"

Nadjela's smile turns nervous as she looks at her.

"I'm sorry..." she says.

"You'll apologize to me with a kiss later. Now it's time to run away like a rapist after a morning fuck"

Chester is hesitant.

"First I need to find my star mechanic" he smiles at the mercenary. "What do you say? Ready for action, or do you need a manicure first?"

"Save the manicure for you and your thong, doll. How tight it is and leaves little to the imagination"

Nadjela lowered her gaze to where Erika points, and almost instantly modesty leads her to cover her face with both hands, while other feelings lead her to peek between her fingers.

Chester laughs, walks over to Erika, holds out a hand, and the Nazi shakes his palm hard. The firmness of the shake is proportional to how ready they both are to continue the crusade.

Nadjela and the piglet stay safely in the hallway. The liberator and the jager ram the doors with their shoulders and invade the workshop. Alarms finally sound, a red light covers the huge room, and speakers on the ceiling warn of the breach in containment. Slavers drop their welding and mechanical equipment to run for weapons and vehicles. Those patrolling the catwalks hanging from the beams jump onto the chains and use them as ropes to descend.

Above the trucks, motorcycles, tanks, artillery, and rocket batteries, lies a mass secured by drag chains from ships. The atomic-powered armor has four movable hydraulic legs with tank-like tracked feet; two rectangular arms each with a different arsenal, connected to a torso as dense as a block of titanium; instead of a neck or head stand three heavy 406mm cannons; and on the chest protrudes a crocodile-shaped carcass that hides a magnetic rail gun between its jaws.

Chester and Erika run at the Crocodile, shooting and slashing at anything that moves.