Girls Und Panzer Parabellum

THE NIGHT WITCHES

The night had set in, and absolute darkness had taken the city. The only light in the area was coming from a german school's airfield outpost. It was positioned on a hill with a long runway.

Various tents were set up beside their 12 bombers along with fires lit. They had just woken up and were just about ready to fly out.

One of the german boys walked out towards the edge to get a better glimpse of the extent of the stars when he heard a faint noise.

It was the faint sound of cackling, and sowing machine sounds.

He looked farther and farther down the dark abyss of the drop.

The sounds were now closer and clearer than ever before. When suddenly.

SHOOM!

Wide loud and fast dark figures came up from the abyss like paranormal entities.

The boy fell back hard and screamed "ITS WHITCHS!"

The dark figures in the sky laughed as they flew around, and as everybody was now in a panic, explosions erupted on the ground.

They scrambled to their bombers, and planes, only for them to blow up with them in it. A few managed to get to the runway before being consumed in fire, and only 2 bombers made it in the air.

The ones that were in the air were now in a world of confusion.

Bullets flew at the bomber from what seemed all angles. Going for their gun ports, engines, and wings. They tried to shoot back, but the scary dark figures just darted in the already pitch-black sky. The only illuminating factor to their appearance was the faint light from the moon that seemed too weak to be useful.

The first bomber went down, on fire with various parts coming off before hitting a tower. The second managed to land a hit on one that appeared to them as, whitchs. They then struck down a second before the bullets came in a cluster at the piolets.

Killing them instantly. The bomber now uncontrolled, went down and crash-landed. Broken beyond repair.

The explosions still reined around the camp. Dirt flying everywhere, ammo storages ablaze like an overloaded amount of fireworks all being launched at once. The hangers ocntaining the fighter planes were the first target and a s a result, blown to pieces. Dead bodies of the enemy lied everywhere with either shrapnel impaled deep into their flesh or burning to death.

Charred pieces of earth scattered the ground, trees now ablaze, setting the sky on fire with its light.

The heat scorching, and the air smelling of burning fuel and dying vegetation.

The German boy looked up to the fire illuminating see the whitchs. They were actually french bip planes being flown non-other than the French Girls School.

Laughing and shouting as they cast their spells of destruction upon the unsuspecting base.

Woden had come to the scene in his Panther and saw the destruction.

He said to himself "The one whom I presumed dead lives in a world of lies now."

He looked to his piolets and yelled "Where is my plane!"

They pointed to one under a camouflaged tarp.

Woden got out of his tank and rushed over to the plane. He yanked off the tarp to reveal his personnel plane. It had a midnight black paint job, tinted black windows, improved guns, and the Iron Cross painted on the wings.

He got in, closed the hatch, and started up the engine.

He realized that if he were to go down the runway, he would be spotted, and the sun was sure to start rising soon. So he took the abandoned runway that had its end cave in to form a deep ravine.

Driving his plane down it, he turned on the lights to faintly see where he was going.

Fonck had deemed the mission a success, but it came crashing down when she saw a black plane about to take off.

She noticed it was painted all black, and her suspicion came true.

It was Woden's plane, and not just that, but his will to sacrifice for a victory might be even greater than hers.

She called on to the radio "There is Woden! Destroy him before he can fly!"

What was left of the French planes came around her numbering in six.

They shot at him. Hitting his wings, and a few bouncing off of the body. He swerved around trying to dodge their fire until a bullet struck his left wheel.

Bearing to the left, he went right off the runway and fell down the ravine sideways.

Fonck flew around the ravine, waiting for a promising sign.

One of the piolets came onto the radio "Where is the kaboom."

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See you in part two!