:: Dear Diary….. I dislike men. They always want to get in between a girl’s legs. I’ve met too many boys in my home village where they would offer me presents and toys, even expensive candy I could never get, just so they could get me to undress and ‘play doctor’ with me. I don’t know why, but they always come fawning over me instead of the other girls. I…I hate to say it, but Janina Samuels in Class Harpy-B had knockers bigger than my fist while I…..I couldn’t even win mother’s cutting board—d*mn it! Maybe it’s the fact that I later realize, how every boy and men in my village have this fetish for Elf girls. I was the only one with pointy ears, even as a Half-blood. So I promised myself…I’ll only chase after cute bunny girls. Yes. ::
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<< WARNING: Incoming Enemy Fire. Please initiate Evasive Maneuvers. >> << A Mercenary Lv 11 used SWORD STRIKE. Dealt you -10 Slashing Damage. >> << You defeated Mercenary Lv. 11 by shooting him in the groin. You gained +350 EXP. >>
“Nello! Behind you!”
“Don’t worry about me, Big Sis! Stay next to me! I’ll cover for you!”
Nello revved his engine at full power and charged, backwards.
He sped his tracks hard enough to kick up dust and dirt to smack into a pair of men in leather armor and bandoliers carrying exotic looking steel crossbow bolts. The tank quickly darted in reverse until it screeched to a halt, blocking several arrows from hitting Pastrache who had tripped fell to the ground.
The tank barrel quickly turned its head, yelling back with his machine gun in the skull and dropped several of the mercenaries that were trying to capture the Half-Elf. When the coast was clear enough, it dropped its barrel to allow Pastrache to boost herself to her feet like a railing on a ladder.
“I love you Nello! You’re the best!”
“It’s okay Big Sis, they’re not as scary as German Tiger tanks! I-I th-think can do this!”
Pastrache nodded and patted the tank’s barrel like a loyal warhound. She then planted her back against his armored side and held up her weapon.
<< Your position is syncronized with your Party Member, Nello. >> << You gain +90 Bonus Defence and Moving Cover. >>
"F-for once, I never thought I would be happy to see these useless messages popping up in front of my eyes?"
"What was that Big Sis?" *RA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA!!*
"You're doing a good job, Nello! Keep up the pressure!"
"Aye-aye!" *RA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA!!*
Pastrache quickly pushed aside the mystical windows to clear her vision and brought up her strange weapon.
The Mosin-Nagant M91 Rifle.
Now with her newly acquired Custom Class christened the United Colony Marine, she was given special bonus, skills, and privledges to use high-level exotic firearms like advanced matchlocks and arqubues. At the same time, she gets extra benefits in combat when she wields something like the Soviet Mosen-Nagant bolt action rifle which she held like a spear.
Remembering how she used it before, she braced it across her shoulder like she would her crossbow. She spread her legs apart to stable herself, pressed her cheek across the sleek wooden stock, and took in three deep breaths.
“......Phuuuu.....F**K YOU!”
She pulled the trigger and felt the bullet launch, and the rifle kicking into her shoulder.
*BANG!*
The Half-Elf then relied on her friend’s large body to support her recoil, keeping her from falling on her back. Although she had skills to dampen the aftereffects of firing this powered rifle, her natural body wasn’t used to something with high kick.
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But unlike her crossbow with little recoil, she smiled when she saw her shot cut through the throat of a mercenary sniper!
<< You dealt -100 Piercing Damage to Mercenary Lv 13. >> << You defeated Mercenary Lv 13 with one shot. Congratulations, you gained +500 XP. >> ----
<< __ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED!!__ >>
~ Head Shot♥ ~
First Take. First Try
“YES! SCORED MY FIRST KILL!”
“Good work, Big Sis—WATCH OUT!”
Pastrache’s pointed ears twitched. Even without having to touch her ear to the ground, she could hear the sound of beating horse hooves coming around a corner. She peeked over her friend the tank to look at the other side of the rock formation.
Right on time, there was a horde of men in leather armor riding on war camels with horns on their forehead. They let out a violent mewl that would scare a Bengel Tiger with its tail in between its legs, and they all came into.
It definitely was a: Sh*t! It's the Calvary! - moment
“Nello! Are you still loaded?”
“Yes, Big Sis!”
“GIVE IT TO THEM!”
“ACQUIRING NEW TARGET! ADJUST COURSE VECTOR! LOCKED! ATAKA! ATAKA!”
*BTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!*
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The Half-Elf ducked when she felt her friend violently bucked backwards the second his barrel ignited. She only heard this high pitched whistling sound, and soon the entire war camel calvary just exploded into a pink mist.
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Those who survived the initial shot were either knocked over by flying corpses, or struck off their mounts from the shockwave of the shell breaking the sound barrier. Any other mercenary near by hidden in the walls clapped their ears, rolling around in pain.
Fortunately, Pastrache had already plugged her ears with thick pieces of cloth in them.
<< Nello used 76 mm CANNON. Dealt -9999 Piercing, Bludgeoning, and Fire Damage >> << Enemy Mercenary Calvary is on Fire. They are Prone, you have Advantage over them. >> << Mercenary Calvary Wave 1 are defeated. You all get +1000 EXP. >>
“Good work Nello!”
“…A-achuuu! Th-thank you Big Sis!”
She didn’t know if she got used to the howl of the cannon or her makeshift ear plugs she used from torn pieces of her skirt beforehand were effective. Pastrache soon regained her hearing and was still able to here a bear minimum of what was going on while plugged. She kept them in her ear, in case Nello had to fire again.
While she braced herself in a shooter stance and fired at another Mercenary with a crossbow, she could hear Nello shouting at her.
“Big Sis! Wh-what do we do with those people! Th-they’re getting trapped in the crossfire!”
“Sh*t! To think it came to this!”
The Half-Elf and Tank turned to one side of the battlefield.
In the middle of the passage, right before the remains of the old blockage started, there was a series of wooden buildings that had been built over some time. It looked like a factory, or lodge for people who worked on this side of the mountain.
There were many men and woman wearing yellow hard hats that were curled up in the debris, remains of when Nello blasted through the rocks as a shortcut earlier in the morning whenever everyone was still in their beds. Trapped in the battle, they were all keeping their bodies low across the ground, to avoid enemy fire or to just keep hidden.
The Half-Elf would look around, and saw several more people with uniforms and hard hats running in the open. They must have been working around the area right before the initial gunpowder explosion took them by surprise. Some bull drawn wagons were flipped and their animals were gored from the blast, along with several other bodies.
Pastrache swallowed her saliva upon seeing some of the mercenary chasing them down, slashing them with their scimitars or shooting them in the back with their repeating crossbows.
“…Nello. We have to get them out of here. There is no way both of us can take on a small army.”
“Don’t worry, Big Sis. I’ve dealt with soldiers on the ground before! If I keep shooting my machine gun, they’ll eventually give up and run away!”
“But the target isn’t us! It’s those workers! The moment they kill everyone they’ll flee! We’re not the objective!”
“…Oh…Wh-what should I do?”
“Uuuuuh. How many people can you fit?”
“Um. Supposed to be four people. One driver, one gunner, one spotter or radio operator, and most importantly the Tank Commander.”
“How about 12 women and children?”
“…….Um….I think so?”
“Good. Those workers must be practically living here to save trouble walking back and forth from their village to this site. They even brought their familes here! Tch! This means they didn’t expaect to be attacked by these guys! This is the worst possible situation!”
“Tell me what to do, Big Sis! I’ll listen to you!”
“Onward! Give me cover and press towards those group of people! We have to protect the women and children first!”
“ROGER! ADVANCING!”
Nello revved up his engines once more and went into full action. Instead of moving at full speed, he went half speed so that Pastrache could keep up with him while he ‘tanked’ all the enemy crossbow fire. It took them a painful 10 minute before Nello was able to park himelf against the rocks and in front of the crowd of construction workers that were hidden in the boulders.
“N-no! D-don’t shoot us!”
“It’s alright! I’m here to help you so d-don’t look at me as if I’m the scary enemy!”
“Please! I beg of you, eat me instead of my child!”
“Are you even listening to me!? I’m and Adventurer! I’m here to help you to escape this predicament! Pay attention!”
The Half-Elf Girl clenched her teeth, but ended up squeaking when one crossbow bolt flew right over her the bare tip of her ear. It nearly gave her an unwanted ear pierce.
“GET DOWN! – F**K YOU”
After telling the first half of her sentence to the construction works, she spun around to bark the latter half who was taking pot shots at her with his silver crossow. She quickly held up her rifle, aligned her iron sight on his head, pulled the bolt to reload, and squeezed the trigger.
*BANG!*
“Oh no! B-Benny! Don’t look! I-it’s too much for you to see!”
“…Tch. Missed his head.”
The mercnery could be seen keeling over and falling of his perch, grasping onto his crotch for some reason.
“Alright, listen to me and listen carefully! I need all the women and children to climb inside my friend!!”
Everyone stared at her, as if she was an idiot… or insane.
“…Him. Nello.”
They all turned to the giant armored vehicle. He kept turning his head to shoot back with his machine gun to clear the offensive. When he had the chance, he rotated the turret to them…and waved his cannon up and down.
“Um...Hello.”
“B-enny! D-don’t stare at him! A-and put your hand down! H-he’s not really waving at you so don’t bother waving him back!”
“…….I’m hurt—GUBYAAAH! TH-THE LADY EVEN THREW A ROCK AT ME! B-BIG SIS! TH-THEY'RE BULLYING MEEEE!”
Like a good Big Sister, Pastrache stepped in to defend her 'little brother' tank.
“YOU F**KING DING BATS!? WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN BREATHING IN THOSE MINES! DON’T STONE HIM, HE’S NOT A MONSTER! HE’S MY FRIEND! TELL HIM NELLO!”
“Um…N-nice to meet you. I-I am Nello, serial number T-34-85 of the Soviet Tank Division…Um…I’m five days old. Please to make your—GUBYAFFFF! MY NOSE!”
“STOP THROWING ROCKS YOU WITLESS MOTHER!”
“KEEP THAT BEAST AWAY FROM MY BOY! I WILL NOT HAVE MY CHILD BECOME YOUR SLAVE! BENNY, i TOLD YOU STOP WAVING AT IT! THAT CREATURE IS CURSEF! NOW BACK! SHOO! GO AWAY MONS---“
“You call my friend a monster one more time, and I will personally shove that rock you're holding - right up your @ss!”
“…………………………………………………..Cough.”
<< You persuaded CRAZY MINER LADY to stop attacking your friend. >> << You gained +500 EXP for Tactile Persuasion. Your Professional Negotiator Skill is now Level 5!! >>
Pastrache glared at one of the women who casually dropped a large rock that was as big as her child’s head. She then curled her son into an protective embrace, while crouching in font of other men and women who were clutching their own children close to their bodies.
It was like, the story of Hansel and Gretel just got real on IMAX 3D.
“……..I don’t care if you don't trust us. I don’t care if you hate our guts. I don’t care if you think my friend is beast that will gobble all of your little ones up.”
“…B-Big Sis. I-I don’t—“
“If anyone doesn’t want to die at the hand of those bandits, raise your hands and shut up!”
Hands were raised, but followed with loud sounds as if to start a revolution. So the Half-Elf simply rested her Mosin-Nagant across her slender shoulder and tried again.
“Anyone who doesn’t want me to stomp on their family jewels or shove rocks up their rear ends as a new fetish, raise your hand and shut up.”
Everyone raised their hands, save for the children. Because they haven’t even learned their A-B-Cs yet, let alone sensitive things like 'Family Jewels' and 'Rear Ends' or 'Fetish.
<< __ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED!__ >>
~ All Hail the Mistress~
You somehow obtained the position of Professional Dominatrix.
Enjoy making people suffer in wierd pleasure and get a lovely whip.
"... I honestly hate this useless window system. Tch."