‘So she finally succeed in her dumbass plan...Seriously, is all of the Victoris have a screw loose or something?’
Hiding within my car behind a dune, I am near a group of Rolling Storm members that are surrounding us (or more specifically, her), locate on the north side. It’s essentially just a group of trucks forming together into a camp, as they busy firing their cannon toward the center, where she is fighting. Judging from how the keep fighting, it look like she still kept distracting them...
‘And even if her part of the plan succeed, how the fuck am I going to fulfill the second part of this? She’s asking for the impossible here.”
Ask I secretly sneak into their camp using the dead of night as cover, I grumble on myself, as I remember what we “planned”…
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“Taking yourself as bait, are you nut!? Those guy will tear you alive like ant if you just willingly give yourself to them!”
“I didn’t said I would not fight back. The true purpose of me revealing myself as bait, is so that they won’t try to escape, having their prey dangling right before their eyes. While I working hard distract them, all you have to do is to ambush them from the side, and wreck them out.”
“Sound convenient, but not all of us can casually fight a thousand people by themselves you know!”
“I can.”
“I can.”
“I can, uncle.”
“Wait, so only I am the exception here!? And what the heck, I know you’re also abnormal, but I was hoping that you aren’t as weird as those twin freak..”
As I was holding my head groaning, the pompous brat apparently said some word of encouragement.
“Not to worry, we have 4- No, I guess with this little guy, it’s 5. What’s it name, by the way?”
“Hm, I don’t even think of a name for it yet…”
“How about Blanc, which mean White? I think it’s a fitting name.”
“Blanc...sound great, big sister! Isn’t that right, Blancie?”
“Kyu…”
As the small dragon (?) cry soothingly in it sleep, the brat continued speaking, while casually patting it head.
“With 5 of us here, each of us only need to deal with 200 each. Even if we have to fight in the sand, it should be easy for all of us to deal with right?”
“””Oh!!!”””
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(‘All of us’ my butt! That’s still my lonesome, against 200 of those bastard!)
As I grumble on, I quietly ‘take care’ of one of them in a dark corner, and quickly taking off their clothing, disguising myself as I blend in with the group.
(More over...’Oh, you don’t need to actually kill all 200 of them. In fact, it’s better if you can incapacitate all 200 of them. It’s better in the long run.’...Like hell can I even fight 200 of them in the first place)
As I talk smack with them, already having experience dealing with their bullcrap for decades, I found out about their ammunition truck, and help myself with their ample amount of explosive they carried all the fucking time.
(Yep, as easy as ever...Speaking of which, do I even need to follow them?)
Taking out their explosive, I hidden myself from sight, and place them at all of their truck, wiring them to detonate with a single button. I then casually sneak out and blend in with the crowd again.
(After all, she’s a fucking nutjob. Even if I managed to get out of this alive, her madness would drag me into more and more shenanigans…In fact, isn’t it better if I just sell them out…)
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“Man, the princess is a fucking monster.”
“I know right? We have been shelling her for a solid 10 minutes, and she hasn’t even slow down a bit. So this is the true might of a Victoris.”
“Yeah, and I heard she’s both blind and deaf from the Morning Star as well, yet she still fight even against 200 of our Sandwalkers.”
“I heard she fight neck-and-neck against them, while blood seep through the bandage she placed in her eyes, looking like some goddess of vengeance…”
“Bullshit, she ain’t no goddess, just a beast in human flesh. And today...we make a beast bleed once again!”
“Ooo! Being held up by just a mere 200 of us… She will fall down soon enough, gahaha!”
(Yeah...she seems to be struggling right now, so right now would be the perfect chance. All I need to do now is to just reveal myself, telling where the other is, and book it out of here…)
Hearing their bullshit long enough, I then slipped out of the camp, and go back to my car, hand holding the trigger.
(After all, they bring you all the trouble, and you don’t have to take it upon yourself like always...You can just dump it, and just take the easy way out)
“Heh...Taking the easy way out huh.”
“Unfortunately, I stopped taking that bullshit a long time ago.”
As I pressed the trigger, explosions occur on all of their truck, sending them into disarray as their shooting stopped. Seizing that chance, I slam on the pedal, and drive right out of my hiding spot, running directly into their base and causing mayhem.
“Urgh! Who is this-Gaaah!”
“What the hell is that car-Gohaa!”
“Is it responsible for the explosion-Ahhh!”
“Stop screaming, for fuck sake! I’m the one wanting to scream here…”
Driving through all those bastard screaming nonsensically, I knocked them all out of commission (not like I can kill them with this car if I want to, those guy are uselessly tough). To add even more to the chaos, I pick up the peppers gun I swipe from them and shoot wildly outside, hoping that the screaming and the groveling will confused them even more.
(Tsk...not like this will keep them for long anyway. How the fuck should I even advance this, I don’t want to scratch my car even more…)
As I scratching my head thinking of a way to get out of this, a call from the radio suddenly come.
“Test, test...Ah, Mister, it’s me Martia! Are you okay?”
“Wait, it’s you, little brat!? How the hell can you even contact this radio frequency?”
“Um...Sis just teach me!”
“She teach you just now? Sure have a fuckton of free time right there...Anyway, what you want? Kinda busy here.”
“Um, I just finished on the west side and see that you’re having a looot of trouble, so I wanna help! Do you need help, Mister?”
“Wait, you finished the west side already!? Are you just pulling my leg here, I have no time for bullshit!”
“It’s true, Mister! Here, wait a bit!”
I then here a muffled pita-pata sound of him walking on the sand, before suddenly hearing multiple groaning sounds.
“Urgh, you bastard…”
“Hey, I beat you right?”
“Urg, fuck off, kid…We the Rolling Storm, we’re never beaten-OwOwOw!”
“Kyuuu!”
“Blancie, stop pulling his hair, please. He can’t even stand up you know...”
(To make these guy, as stubborn as a sand worms, not be able to stand up…) “Kid, what the hell did you do to them?”
“Ah, me and Blancie just make a big roar to them all, and they all fall down, Mister.”
Make them fall down with just a roar, that’s absurd...Then again, something tell me that’s to be expected with those guy.
“Okay, I bite. What should I do?”
“Really!? Ah...just bring them over to me, and I can make another roar again to knock them down, Mister.”
“Bring them to you huh...Got it! See you soon, you little brat.”
Immediately after, I drive the car toward the outside of the camp, stopping just beside it. I then climb over the window, and shout as loud as I can.
“Hey, all you dumbass! Your boss suck!”
“Oi! No one can said our boss suck!”
“He just insult our boss, get him boys!”
“Dead to the people who said our boss suck!”
Successfully pissing them off, I quickly ran off, making sure that the goons swiftly followed me with their trucks. As I look behind me, running at full speed, I can see a sandy cloud rushing from behind, trying to chase after me.
“Oi, hope this work, kiddo...Hm?”
As I focused on driving my ass off, I suddenly notice another sandy cloud on the front, rushing at me with breakneck speed. As I panically trying to avoid it however, the shadow in front swiftly go past me, and into the back, confronting the trucks behind me.
“Living Martial Art, Dragon Style: Dragonic Whirlwind Roar!”
Suddenly, a piercing roar is made behind me, immediately assaulting my body with immense pressure and almost cracking my windows. As I hurriedly look back, an intense cone of winds pushed back the convoy of trucks along with the sands, and forcefully press them to a halt. As the dust settle, a silhouette of a young boy, with a little dragon on his head spreading it wings reveal itself, as they then quickly approach me.
“Hello mister, thank you for leading them to me!”
“Kyuu”
As Martia reply to me with a smile on his face (and the little thing beaming with excitement), I can only wordlessly stared at him, then at the mess of trucks behind me that’s still tumbling forward. I then opened the car door from the inside to allow him to get in.
“Now quickly mister, to the south side! After dealing with it we need to go and help out Big Brother Mauve.”
“Ah, yeah, sure…”
Slamming the pedal once again, I rush the car to the south side, making sure to go around the center side to avoid getting into the whirlwind, as artillery shell keep bombarding and raising clouds of dust over and over.
“Woah, to fight this confidently even in such a chaotic situation...I would like to be able to fight like Big Sister one day…”
(Fighting like her, huh…)
As we go past the trail of carnage left behind by him on the West side, consist of flipped trucks and groaning mans, I held myself back on retorting with him, and replied back.
“Yeah, there’s no rush being like her soon, you know? Slow and steady and all that.”
“!You’re right! Only by slowly and steadily training myself, can I gain true strength. I need to try harder, in order to catch up with Big Sister!”
“Eh, not what I meant, but...Hah, nevermind.”
“?”
As he tilted his head cutely, I immediately decided to change the subject, why also asking question.
“Anyway, how did you make that big of a mess back there?”
“Back there?...Ah, you mean on my side! Well…”
He then begun to told his story, with an innocent smile on his face.