Girls Und Panzer Parabellum

THE NIGHT WITCHES (Part 2)

This piolet wasn't very fortunate.

Out of the ravine in an arrow of darkness came Woden. Going so fast, that he turned his plane a bit as to not ruin the propeller, and sliced her wing with his.

They heard the girl scream into the radio as she piled towards the ground and then crashed, killing her instantly.

The last five planes including Fonck now had trouble on their hands. Woden wasn't an experienced piolet, but he had a vengeance with more energy than theirs. They were near tiny cars compared to his steam engine of anger.

He couldn't tell which one was Fonck, but now the sun was starting to rise, and her cover was to be soon blown.

He went after the fifth plane that went into the city, and they followed.

Diving around buildings, he showed no mercy in his bullet sprays. Shredding the plane to pieces.

Fonck commanded, "I know this may be cruel, but keep Woden busy while I shoot him from behind."

They responded valiantly with "Yes mam!"

The three swarmed Woden by his side, and their secondary gunners managing to land critical hits.

His engine was now smoking, and his wing flaps damaged.

He suddenly got an idea.

He said in his head "Rock, paper, scissors. I am metal, therefore scissors and scissors always beats paper!"

He swerved into the third plane, causing it to spin out of control and crash into the side of a skyscraper. The second that was on top of him, he pulled up, striking the bottom.

His propeller shredding through the underbelly go the bip plane.

He saw a crane in front of them and continued to pull up until he smashed the plane into the crane. All throughout this, Fonck managed to land the most fatal blows to his plane.

The crane coming down was about to hit her, but death wasn't going to come from a mute entity. She pulled a dogy stunt move and dogged it by mere meters. The third had gone all the way around it, and then came back beside him.

He opened up his hatch and brought out a sticky bomb he kept for special 'parties'.

He armed it and then threw it.

It seemed almost in slow motion despite how fast they were going. It went past the wings, past the piolets, and then snagged onto the back.

Beep, beep, beep, BEEP! BEEP! BOOM!

The explosion shattered the plane's structure, and they went down in pieces on fire like falling sparks.

Fonck then heard Woden's faint, crackling voice come onto the radio.

"Your precious planes dropped like doves, and the leaders you all ever so look up to shall fall the same."

His engine caught fire.

"May God have mercy upon you all... Because I won't."

Their fight lasted a mere six minutes, with Fonck landing most of the shots.

Just when it seemed his plane would drop, he pulled back like a car using a hand brake, and smashed into the side of her plane. Taking out her left-wing and killing her secondary gunner.

Thankfully, her superior pilot skills allowed her to crash land somewhat softly. but it was only delaying fate.

Woden came back around, and Fonck could only watch as she was limp from her now dangerous injuries.

He didn't shoot, but instead, crash-landed as his engine finally cut out. His plane sending great sparks and smashing into cars before it grounded to a halt.

He kicked out the hatch and came out.

She couldn't see his eyes, but they starred right into her.

He walked towards her.

His radio voice crackled "My my my dear. You were the greatest bip plane piolet of our day, but such shall all end in these final days."

He brought out his knife as he came closer and closer.

"You will all be devoured by the fire, and enter my home. You have all killed what I loved, now turning my own people against me, and now intended to stop the Parabellum. The gateway to a better world."

He brought his knife to her throat.

Before killing her, he took her hat and said "I will be keeping this for a special someone, and you..well... you are going to be the first of many."

He slit her throat, and as she bled out, he purposefully got blood onto his hands. As she choked out and would eventually succumb to death. The last thing she saw was him with her blood on his hands, drawing a cross with it on his face.

The black fabric absorbing the blood, and the LED lights igniting it with a fiery red.

The white soul so pure and full of energy was now devoured by a dark one. One of which had no redemption.

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