:: Dear Diary..... My jaw still hurts from last time. I don’t know when I’ll be able to properly chew on anything hard, let alone stuff something in my mouth and keep it from falling off my tongue. The past few days, I’ve been eating nothing but mash potatoes. It hasn’t hurt my finances, but a girl could only eat so much potatoes and bananas for so long. So I decided to try another job, to raise up some money. This time, I’m going to treat myself to a king size meal! ::
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<< WARNING: You are under attacked by a Wild Manticore Lv 20. Please Escape >> << Manticore Lv 20 used CLAW! Not within effective range. It dealt you 1/4 Damage. >> << WARNING: Your Health is currently 8/20. Please Heal. >> ---
<< __ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED!__ >>
~ Dead Men Tell No Tales ~
You survived a Critical Attack from an enemy three times above your level.
“NELLO! NELLO! NELLOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOO!”
Pastrache was running. She was running faster than she had ever sprinted in her entire life. Even when she had won the 100 meter, 1000 meter, and even the 500 meter relay races in her elementary school track-and-field, none of those previous landspeed could compare to the record she shattered today.
How such Olympic level talent blossomed in her was very simple to explain.
A giant half-lion, half bat, scorpion tailed beast was chasing after her at breakneck speed. Fast as a cheetah, sleek as a panther, witty as a mountain cat. With 900 pounds of kiling furing riding in it's paws, it chased after what it called tonight's dinner. A plump Half-Elf with a delicious looking @ss.
“NELLO! WHERE DID YOU GO!? WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME BEHIND! NELLO! NELLOOOOOOo!”
For those of you reading this for the first time, welcome. Secondly, Nello is a T-34 Soviet Medium Tank. For those of you who have been following this story up till now, thank you for your support.
You all know that Nello would never leave behind his beloved Big Sister Half-Elf, isn’t that correct? You aren’t wrong on that conclusion..
Pastrache forgot one important fact. She was the one who left behind her tank friend to sit by the river. She hoped to take a break from hunting Dire Rabbits and Slimes before returning back to the capital city to submit her work. She thought she could sneak out on her own and find some delicious game in the meantime. Knowing her Tank Friend's engine will send a lovely Moon Fox or Sun Turkey running, she gave him a direct order to stay at the river side and wait for her return.
Truth be told, being on her own not only improved her chances of finding delicious looking game, she was able to level up her Stealth Skills. Two birds with one stone. So to celebrate, she tried to take out a lovely looking Sun Turkey that was only 10 meters in front of her.
Somehow, the second her crossbow bolt left the launch pad - it shoved itself up the @ss of a Manticore... that was sleeping behind her. Behind her. To this moment, she still didn't know what messed up the natural law of physics around her.
“HELP! NELLO! I LOVE YOU! I I REALLY DO! SO PLEASE COME OUT OF A FOREST AND RUN THIS BEAST OVEEEEEE EEEEER!——HELP ME! HELP ME! HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"
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Pastrache doubled her current speed, throwing her legs into the wind to increase her distance from the Lv 20 Manticore that was charging right after her. But even when she was on the verge of breaking her own sound barrier, it was only a matter of time before the Manticore would pounce on her body, strip her of her clothing, and force her to have its ba—
“STOP! STOP! TH-THE FACT THAT THIS BEAST IS PANTING HEAVILY IN THE WRONG MANNER IS SCARING ME! G-GET AWAY FROM ME, Y-YOU PERVERTED FLUFFBALL! S-STOP TRYING TO BITE MY @SS! I-I’M NOT INTO THAT KIND OF PLAY! NYAAAAAAAAAH!”
With a cat like scream, the Half-Elf Girl kept running down the woods. In all of her fleeTing madness, she completely forgot where she was. The girl wasn’t even sure if she was heading in the right direction. She hoped to at least run back to a certain Soviet Tank who was waiting for her by the river bank.
However, all the landmarks she passed were different, not even close to any body of water. She was even smart and stabbed markings into trees she walked by, to tag her pathway with her dagger. Possibly from all of her frantic rush, she completely failed to notice those light arrow scratches and kept bolting down anywhere that offered her room to escape the menacing hunter.
Meaning, she was alone. She had no one to back her up. Even if she had leaped from Level 1 to Level 5 in a fortnite, she had zero ability or power to take on a Level 20 Manticore.
She was screwed.
“D-DON’T F**KING JINX MEEEEEEEE—NYAAAAGHHGG!”
Maybe it was her time, or perhaps fate was being cruel with her. The Half-Elf struck into a upturn root, that was as high as her hips, and was slammed in the gut with a one-arm coat-hangar like tackle.
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<< (OдO)' >>
“GUBYAAAAAAAGGFFFF!?”
The girl was sent flipping over once, twice, three times, before she collapsed into the dirt with her @ss flipped over her head. She felt her body going numb from the shock of the blow, each part of herself shutting down from overload. Her mind was rattled from a minor concussion and she felt like throwing up from how disorientated her equilibrium was. It only took her about 30 seconds to make her remember she was being pursued by a hungry Manticore.
So she tried to crawl…only for a familiar scorpion tail to curl around her ankle, and drag her backwards.
Like a scene from a horror movie.
“GYAAAAAHGG! NELLO! NELLO! D-DON’T LET HIM TAKE ME! I-I DON’T WANT TO HAVE MANTICORE BABIES! TH-THE LABOUR PROCESS IS GOING TO RIP MY BODY APAAAAAAAAART!”
No matter how much Pastrache screamed, no one answered. Even when there was a band of Adventurers walking down the same path as her, literally about 5 meters ahead, they all watched her get dragged towards the beast… before they dropped the mushroom and water canteens they gathered to run faster than a modern day race car.
Not even the Bald-headed Priest counting rosary beads looked back.
“…….Why…why is everyone so cruel to meeee!”
Pastrache tried to struggle. She would flip onto her back and throw out both of her long legs to strke out at whatever caught her. She would kick, stomp, flail, anything to deal significant damage to her assailant.
<< You used FRANTIC KICK. It was ineffective. You dealt -0.1 Bludgeoning Damage. >> << You used FRANTIC KICK. It was ineffective. You dealt -0.1 Bludgeoning Damage. >> << You used FRANTIC KICK. It was ineffective. You dealt -0.1 Bludgeoning Damage. >> << You used FRANTIC KICK. It was ineffective. You dealt -0.1 Bludgeoning Damage. >> << You used FRANTIC KICK. It was ineffective. You dealt -0.1 Bludgeoning Damage. >> << You used FRANTIC KICK. Critical Hit. You dealt -3 Bludgeoning Damage to crotch. >> << You gained +200 EXP. You acquired Skill: Groin Kicker Lv 1. >> << You used FRANTIC KICK. It was ineffective. You dealt -0.1 Bludgeoning Damage. >> << You used FRANTIC KICK. It was ineffective. You dealt -0.1 Bludgeoning Damage. >>
Despite all of her blows connecting, none of them had any crippling effect whatsoever. Even when she kicked the beast right in the daddy bags, it didn’t so much as flinch. More like... it blushed with awkward happiness that no woman should ever see.
That, was how overpowering the beast was compared to a young Half-Elf Girl.
“Wait! No! D-don’t flip me over! H-Hyaaaahnn! D-don’t nuzzle my back dooooor wi-with your nose! Gnnng! I-I'm not a cat! I'm definitely not a cat in heat! L-Leave me aloooooooooone!”
The Half-Elf Girl squealed when the beast moved its scorpioin tail to flick her onto her stomach. A paw stamped onto her back, pinning her center of gravity down to prevent her from moving. When she tried to wriggle her way out, she could feel something hard already pressing and rubbing in between the cheeks of her butt.
It wasn’t the daddy bags she kick. The Manticore was merely siizng her up like cats greeting each other. But given how content the huffing and the puffing from the beast sounded, it was only an inevitable matter when it will start taking advantage of her.
"N...no I...I don't want it on the ground... i-it's dirty...a-and out in the open...p-people will see us...I...I'll be destroyed physically and socially...A-Are you listening you f**king cat, s-stop nibbling at my thighs--aaannahhhggg! S-stupid Elven Blood! Y-you're too sensitive to kinky sh*t!"
Now, she felt teeth clamping onto her belt and trying to tug it off. Like a Goliath Bear pulling at the skin of a Buccanneer Salmon slapped out of the river.
<< You received a Mental Request from Manticore Lv 20 >> << Manticore Lv 20 wants to Bond with you. Do you Accept? (Y/N) >>
=> (B) NO << Manticore Lv 20 wants to Bond with you. Do you Accept? (Y/N) >>
=> (B) NO
=> (B) NO!! << Manticore Lv 20 wants to Bond with you. Do you Accept? (Y/N) >>
=> (B) NO
=> (B) NO
=> (B) F**K NO! << Manticore Lv 20 wants to Bond with you, or it will tear your organs out. >>
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=> ...(A) Y...Yes... << Manticore Lv 20 Promises to be Gentle with you. But no guarantee >>
"...I...I hate this...I...I hate this reality so much...Sniff..."
The Half-Elf Girl cried. She just up and cried. Having all of her exit plans sealed, her counterattacks dead and null, there really was nothing else left to do defend herself from this upcoming invasion to her existence.
So she forced herself to resign to her fate...and reluctantly relaxed her body. What was going to come next was something she can’t escape from. Also, if she clenched herself too tight, it will definitely hurt her for years to come. Ashamed, she could only bow her head in absolute defeat...and cry.
“…Nello…I’m sorry……I…I’m going to be someone’s mother…Sniff.”
*Snap*
The Half-Elf squeaked when she felt one of her leather belts get cut by the Manticore's fangs...Now, it proceeded to go down between her--
“STAY AWAY FROM BIG SIS YOU FAT CAT!”
*VRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!*
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A mighty iron beast smashed through a wall of trees, boulders, and shrubbery. It soared about 10 inches off the ground and it dove straight at the Manticore and the Half-Elf Girl. The first thing that happened was the Manticore gasping, not out of shock or surprise from this stupidly insane scene.
But a 3 meter long barrel rammed into its chest like a jousting knight.
“…..NELLO! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!”
“HANG ON BIG SIS! I’LL PROTECT YOU!”
Nello the T-34 Soviet Tank rushed onto the ground, hittings its tracked onto the dirt with a heavy thud. The Manticore it tackled with his nose flew over. A pop can drop kicked by a child. The barrel adjusted its angle, and then—
“ENGAGING! ATAKA!”
*BTOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!*
The 76 mm Tank Gun released a deafening howl that smashed the ground. A shell capable of splitting through 30 mm armor and 30 inch stone walls took flight with a sonic spiral. But it didn’t have a chance to touch the target.
The Manticore had already touched its feet to the ground and bolted with an Enhanced Speed bonus feature, doubling its evasion. The shot went wide and blew open a dirt bank, exploding oak trees in its wake.
“P-Proklyatyy! That fat cat is really fast!”
“NELLO! WATCH OUT!”
“NUWOOOOOH!”
The Tank muttered under his 'breathe' and tried to turn its turret head to find the beast. Unfortunately, the Manticore dashed at him from a blind spot and charged him from the side. Pastrache rolled out of the way, in time to see Nello’s track spinning in opposite directions at full speed.
The armored vehicle was able to turn a full 90 degree on the spot, and received the Manticores tackle at full force. Nello was pushed back a couple of inches, but with its V12 Diesel engines running at a maximum of 500 hp,the Soviet Tank started to fight back against the Manticores weight, forcing it it to lose ground under its legs.
“I – WON’T – LET – YOU – HURT – BIG SIS!”
The T-34 quickly reloaded its cannon. Pastrache could hear his internal gears moving rapidly to re-arm the main gun with a new armor piercing round. Once the clicking and the clanking was over, she could see the barrel aiming at the Manticore, particlualrly in the face face. Point blank.
“FIRE!”
*BTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!*
Once the tank fired its shot, he realized the target in his vision had disappeared. He didn’t know when or how long, but the artillery shell ended up diving into a lake and exploding, kicking up hundreds of Crystal Trout to flop dead onto the lake shore.
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"Gyaaaaaaah! M-my ears...H-heh!? N-NELLO! ABOVE YOU!"
"Hmmm....Why do I suddenly hear a German Stuka Bomber in the--GYAAAAAAAAGH!"
The turret would look around for the enemy, only for the Manticore to drop back down from the sky and on top of it.
“Guwoooooghh! S-so heavyyyyyy!”
“No! N-Nello!”
Pastrache quickly looked around for her bag and her crossbow. She found it half submerged in a pool of mud, so she dove right into it drag her weapon out. She shook the sludge from her crossbow and quicky stuffed an arrow into the launcher.
By the time she turned to see who she needed to shoot, the Manticore was riding wildly across Nello’s tank body. The beast roared and bellowed, thrashing its lion like claws into the armor. As the turret was covered in 36 mm plating, its claws kept bouncing off.
<< Manticore uses SHARP CLAWS. Critical Hit. Nello's Health Point is 499/500 >> << Manticore uses SHARP CLAWS. Critical Hit (x2). Nello's Health Point is 498/500 >> << Manticore uses POISON STING. Nello is Immune to Poison. >> << Manticore uses BODY SLAM. Nello's Health Point is 488/500. >> << Manticore repeats BODY SLAM. Nello's Health Point is 478/500. >> << Manticore repeats BODY SLAM. Nello's Health Point is 468/500. >> << WARNING: Nello is carrying too much weight, unable to run. >> << Nello suffered Sheering damage to Tracks: Medium Damage++ >>
"Uwooooh! B-Big Sis! Wh-why are there so many floating boxes around me every time the fat cat tries to steps my body--Gywuoooohhhggggg!"
Pastrache choked.
As she had connection to her friend's stats, she too received a copy of a long list of damage notifications and warning windows blinking into her face. She was unable to read all the fine detail, but she was able to deduce that because of the Manticore's added weight to Nello's body, he was suffering speed and movement penalties on all quarters. At the same time, his 'legs' were starting to receive ongoing damage, and the body diagram on his character screen was blinking hot red to where those tracks were.
Every time the T-34 Soviet Tank struggled to Judo throw the Manticore, it failed to throw off the large beast that kept jumping up and down on his body and turret head. Every bounce, every swift turn, it caused violent sparks to explode under Nello's body, especially where the tracks scrap into his armor plating. As Pastrache had sharp hearing, she could already hear the straining of iron and steel reaching a breaking point.
If they break, Nello would be a sitting duck in the mud. Not even his cannon could save him if he sat there in the open without any evasive countermeasures. If this continues, his life could be essentially over.
...As if his beloved Big Sister was going to watch this with idle hands. She already held up her Crossbow.
“Hang on Nello! I got him!”
*PEW!*
<< Your attack missed. Reload. >>
The first shot went wide over the Manticore's neck as it clamps its teeth on Nello's turret head.
“...SH*T!”
She reloaded her weapon. Focused, aimed, and pulled the trigger.
<< Your attack missed. Reload. >>
It went right in between the Manticore’s legs.
“D*MN IT! “
Pastrache didn't stop. No matter how many times she fired her crossbow bolt, she swore every time her shots either flew at an awkward 45 degree angle or hit a tree behidn her. She ended up throttling her gun, strangling the weapon with her own two hands, but she ended up receiving useless Indian burn damage to her palms.
Because of that, she truly felt useless in this tight situation.
"KKKKKKKKK--GET OFF MY FRIEND YOU FAT@SS WALKING CARPEEEEEEET!"
In her rage and to defend her only friend, the Half-Elf tossed her one weapon in her entire arsenal... it ended up bouncing off of the Manticore's forehead.
<< You dealt -2 Bludgeoning Damage to Manticore. Enemy is status is now p*ssed. >>
"....D...D*mn it...d*mn it......wh...why was I born to be so pathetic.......I...I can't lose him...I can't lose Nello!...GODDESS ODYSSEY! GIVE ME A SIGN! ANYTHIIIIIIING!"
... No otherworld being shot down a bolt of light to transport a heavenly sword for the Half-Elf girl who was covered in blood with claw marks ripped through her shirt. Not even so much as a Lady's gun at a random moment that defied the Laws of Science and Physics.
Just pure silence from a quiet and neutral sky.
... Then it came... the voice of a young child.
“B-B-Big Sis! Here, take this!”
“…H-heh!?”
The Half-Elf Girl snapped out of her depression and watched as her friend the tank suddenly rvved up his engine to run off into another direction, carrying their enemy on his head. At the same time, there was a compartment flap across the side of his body that opened up. Something was ejected out from the side.
“…Th-that rifle!”
The sign she needed came to her, slipping across the wet mud.
Falling across the ground was the Mosin-Nagant M91 Rifle. She shivered, the weapon sitting on the ground was the same culprit that punched her in the jaw from recoil and knocked her out for half a day. She wasn’t sure if she was even ready to use it again after that trauma.
But all she had to do, was look up at Nello and watch his legs burn from the sparks under his body while wrestling with the Manticore. Her small hands turned into a white knuckled fist.
“…D-Dear Goddess, please give me strength! NUWOOOOOOH!”
Pastrache swallowed down her fears and leapt forward. She grabbed the rifle into her hands and rolled through the dirt and mud. She remembered its unique system of pulling back the bolt to load the next shot. Once she rolled to her feet, she took aim. She didn’t have to wait and pulled the trigger.
*BANG!*
<< YOU FINALLY HIT SOMETHING! Dealt -10 Piercing Damage to Manticore Level 20. >> << Manticore Lv. 20 is crippled! -20% Evasion Penalty. >>
“YES!”
"YOU DID IT BIG SIS!"
Not only did Pastrache shot hit the target, but it slapped onto her target with considerable damage. The 7.62 x 54 mm Russian Round she launched struck into the leg joint of the Manticore, cracking open its knee cap. The creature gave a painful bellow as its one hind leg collapsed to make it reel. It started to lose its tability while Nello kept trying to buck it off like a horse!
“H-Hang in there Nello! Big Sister is coming to the rescue!”
"Yaaay--Guwaaaghhg!?"
The Half-Elf pulled on the bolt, flinching when a spent shell flew in front of her face. She shook off her astonishment for the strange weapon, and pushed the bolt back into place with a 'KER-CHAK'. A new round entered the firing chamber. She aimed - and squeezed.
*BANG!*
The next round shot off the Manticore’s tail, right in between a weak joint between the bulbous flesh of the large scorpion tail. Half of it was cut off, with the stinger end flopping across the ground like a headless snake. After some 'kicking' and 'thrashing' it laid limp and lifeless for the mud to swallow it up. Feeling strange, the Manticore chanced to look at its rump... the sliced tail on his hind bleeding fresh blood. Distracted.
“CHANCE!”
Nello started up his engine at full throttle and sharply went backwards before bolting off forwards. The movement forced the Manticore to heave to and fro, losing its grip. The turret on the Soviet tank spun around slamming its barrel into the creature’s gut. At the same time, the armored vehicles anti-infantry machine gun had clear opening of the creature's belly at point black. It held no hesitation and released its anger out loud.
*RA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA!”
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“I-incredible!!”
Pastrache watched in horror of how that strange small ballistic barrel was ripping bullets into the Manticore’s scaled body faster than a drill digging into bedrock. Every burst rattled her head and her lungs as she saw the side-mounted weapon flashed violently into the beast's abdomin within a 1 inch gap.
<< Nello used DT TANK MACHINE GUN. Critical Damage. >> << Nello used DT TANK MACHINE GUN. Critical Damage. >> << Nello used DT TANK MACHINE GUN. Critical Damage. >> << Manticore Lv 20 received over 130 points of Piercing Damage. >>
The Manticore was bloodied all over. Its hardened scales and its tough flesh were ripped like cheap paper, most of its organs were already being destroyed to the point where everything had to be censored. The machine gun wanted to continue until the creature's health points drop to zero, however like any machine gun it entered into a state of overheating. The barrel was red hot and choked itself, unable to fire another round until the metal shrunk back to normal.
Still, the Tank was able to heave his body around to throw the beast off of his nose with a swing. Homerun!
“Big Sis! Give me cover, I need to reload the cannon!”
“…….Leave it to me!”
Without a second thought, the frightened Half-Elf girl instantly dashed across the ground with an innante Speed Boost thanks to her Elven Blood. She darted across the battlefield, all the while flicking the bolt and shooting each round at the Manticore that had dropped on the ground.
She knew her shots were not enough to kill it. But given how much piercing damage it dealt with each round, it was enough to make the creature flinch and delay its reaction time. To keep it from recovering for a last minute counterattack.
Even from a distance, the Half-Elf's pointed ears could hear the mechanical clicking going on inside of Nello's tank body. Gears spun, latches locked, and iron levels clicked-and-clacked. Then that sound of something heavy being shoved into a tight space tapped her on the shoulder.
Just when she used up her last round in her Mosin-Nagant. The final shell ejecting over her wide eyes.
“BIG SIS! READY!”
“GO FOR IT! NELLOOOOO!”
The end game. She could see it as clear as day. It came in the form of a warning screen that told her something dangerous was about to happen, and take cover. Not caring about her body, she threw herself into the mud and covered her head and ears with her small hands.
“ATAKA!”
*BTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!*
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The force of Nello's gun shook the earth, causing trees to sway in astonishment and mud water jump in fear. Pastrache kept her face down. Despite her ears covered, she heard that familiar whistling sound of a small iron shell travelling at beyond Mach 1 speed.
The rumbling, the ear piercing sound, there was no way she was going to forget this sensation for the three weeks to come.
As for the Manticore? Its fate could not have been more screwed. Having lost its movement and its evasion ability sealed, the creature tried to use a Roar Ability to scare off its opponent. A Natural Skill to force the enemy to retreat to allow it to escape.
Big f**king mistake.
*BLEEEEGGGGGGSSSSKKKKKKKKKKSSSSHHHHHHHH!*
<< Nello's TANK GUN dealt -999 Piercing and Incendiary Damage to Manticore Lv 20 >> << Manticore Lv. 20 is prone and on fire. Enemy has Advantage! >>
The anti-tank calibre armor piercing round slipped through the beast's gullet. It drilled through its spine and out the back. Then, it exploded to incinerate whatever was left of it.
No more than a simple red mist that erupted that day.
10 seconds after, the hidden Pastrache suddenly felt a hot shower slam across her body and spine, throwing chunks of what felt like hot snow and hail onto her. As quick as it appeared, the shower stopped.
...The only thing we need to know, that what was supposed to be a brown and green field - turned fresh red.
“………………….Big Sis….”
“………………………………..A..auuh…”
“B-Big Sis? C-can you hear me?”
“………..Nyaaah!”
Pastrache didn't dare to life her head for three good reasons. One, as much as she had faith in her friend's fire nose, she was worried the Manticore was still alive and would scratch her beautiful face off. Two, she was too scared to see what was the color of the 'rain, snow, and hail' that painted her body. Three... she was drenched in mud... she felt ashamed to show this side of herself in front of Nello.
So in order to get his Big Sister's attention, the T-34 Soviet Tank ended up using his cannon to tap the girl's butt. As if it were her shoulder.
"GYAAAAAH! HOT! HOOOOOT!"
"Ah! S-Sorry, Big Sis! I-I forgot my nose is still hot from shooting the cannon! D-don't be mad!"
The Half-Elf screamed and threw her round bottom into the nearest mud puddle, dunking it right in. She ignored the sickening sensation of dirty water seeping through the cracks of her short pants, and just eased up when she no longer felt the burning damage to her bottom. She hoped, afterwards, it will not leave a bad blemish or burn mark.
"...H..hukk."
She then realized just how much carnage had been scattered and splattered across the trees, boulders, and the roads around her. It was nothing an Adventurer with 30 years experience under his or her belt could have coped. Not even a professional butcher who was fifth in his generation of a family business, could keep his vomit from swelling in his gut.
Not to mention... the way 'certain streamers' hung across the branches like toilet paper thrown about.
“……..Nello……D..did we win?”
“Yes Big Sis! We did it! We beat down the mean cat thing! W-we even got EXP or whatever that is!”
“….A…are we alive?… Or… have we been transmigrated again?”
“D-did you hear me, Big Sis? I said we just won. A-are you alright?”
“…….Nello. S-stop whistling. M-my ears are hurting from your frequency.”
“Aaaaaaaah. Big Sis is deaf again…Oh dear.”
Pastrache tried to stand up, but her entire lowerhalf passed out. She wasted the last of her energy to put the the burn on her bottom. So she was left to sit in a steep mud puddle. Deep down, she hoped that no one saw the mess she was in... particularly those with a mud-wrestling fetish.
“…..Is it over? Please...say someting Nello. I-I dont understand the language that involves screeching monotonously in my ear!”
“………………………Ah…I know!”
Suddenly, the Soviet Tank moved closer to Pastrache, to stop only three inches from her fallen figure. With its nose, it started to point itself to the ground and began to move it through the soft earth. The Half-Elf watched, not sure what to make of what the Tank was trying to do.
Once it was done, the tank went in reverse to reveal a message it drew on the ground, fresh mud dripping fron his tank barrel.
It was spelled with three letters: ...D......A.....H.....
Dah (Yes).
“... Nello…What does that word mean?.”
“Geh! O-oh no, I-I forgot Big Sis doesn't read Russian!"
Realizing his mistaken and folly, the T-34 Soviet Tank waved its nose up and down in panic.
".......Pffffft.......Pfffftt....Pfffff-baahaaahaaahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahaaaaa!"
"....B...Big Sis?"
Nello's nose flinched upon hearing his friend suddenly breaking out into laughter. He can't tell if it was sincere or just relieved. He didn't understand what emotion was, but he felt there was too many feelings in that sound the crazed Half-Elf girl made. All the while sitting in the mud puddle, her lower half soaked, and her one hand slapping the ground in hysteria.
"HA-HA-HA-HA! Nello is so cute! So adorable! You're such a big pussy cat! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-ha-hahahahaaaauuuuuuu uuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAA! WAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!"
"...Big Sis..."
Like a symphony that had reached the climax of its exciting recital, that coarse laughter swept into a flood of fear, agony, and terror. Released into one loud wail.
"UWAAAAAAAH! HUKK! HUKK! NELLOOOOOO! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! YOU CAN'T UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU!"
"..."
"UUNNGGAAAAAAAAAAHHWWWWWW! Y-YOU'RE ALWAYS THERE FOR ME! EVEN WHEN I WAS ABOUT TO BECOME A MANTICORE'S CONCUBINE! Y-YOU'RE HERE FOR ME! N...NO ONE OTHER THAN MY MOTHER HAS TREATED ME LIKE THIS! I-I ABSOLUTE LOVE YOU NELLO!"
".......I love you too Big Sis...I...I'm not very strong, and German Tanks scare me... but... I will protect you. I won't let anone bully you anymore..."
"GGGUUUUGAAAAAAG! I-I WISH I COULD HEAR WHAT YOU'RE TELLING ME! NELLO! NELLOOOOOOOO!"
On that fateful day, it started to rain. As if the Goddess of Weather sought pity upon the child and the tank who were stained in mud and blood, the rain started to wipe away the dark stains from their bodies and heart.
All the while, a Half-Elf Girl stuck in a puddle, wrapping her small arms around the armored leg of the T-34 Soviet Tank, wailing, crying, and shrieking.
"I'll never leave you alone...Nello... so please, don't abandon me."
"I will never abandong you, Big Sis. I'm right here, by your side."