Tankery is more than a sport, a fight, or a way of teaching girls the arts of combat. It's the Parabellum for a better world. A war of tanks, mechanical monsters, planes, and yet of all, the minds of those pure, and one's of darkness.
Prepare for a...
Kirovets had slung his arm back, and struck Lenin so hard, he was sent flying into his dresser, bouncing off, and then hitting his mirror. He was winded, with his conscious spinning like a truck out of control on ice.
Kirovets helped Ktyusha get back into her clothes, as Lenin tried to get up, but repeatedly fell down, no knowing when he would succeed in standing up.
He grabbed a piece of the blanket, ripped a chunk off with his bare hands, and tied it around the side of Katyusha's face.
Once that was done, he easily picked her up and was going to make his way to the door, but Lenin was now standing up and waving the gun around franticly.
He screamed, "IF I CAN'T HAVE YOU NOBODY CAN!"
BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM!
He now began shooting everywhere as his vision was blurry and his mind spinning.
Kirovets at this moment, resorted to his primal side, knowing only to run to his whilst keeping her safe.
Running to the door, he didn't even try to open it, instead, he shielded her, and rammed it down. Not busting it off its hinges, but tacking the complete structure off of the sturdy tent. From there as he ran, he smashed through thick bushes, two sets of tall fences that crumpled like paper to his strength. Then there was a partially skinny tall tree in front of the, and he still didn't veer off course to find another way to his tent.
He shielded her once again, and she to brace for impact.
SMASH!
The tree crumpled like a snapped popsicle stick. Now sliding down a hill, he once again smashed through a fence, and there they were, finally at his tent. As they went in, she caught a brief moment of the trail of destruction he left behind. He, however, was only scuffed a little bit.
Setting her gently on his bed, he went over to his trunk and grabbed out a first aid kit. But once he set it down on her lap, and her hand fell onto his, he noticed how small it was compared to his.
In his head, he spoke 'So fragile, so delicate.'
Now grabbing out the bandages, she took off the piece of blanket and allowed him to dab antibacterial ointment on it. She recoiled a little bit before ignoring the pain to the best of her abilities.
At that moment, she couldn't stop looking into his eyes. Despite them being on such a big person, they reminded her of a teddy bear, big fluffy, and cuddly.
Once he had put the last bandage on her, she brought her face close to his.
Her hands almost around him, and Kirovets with little effort, put his hands around her waist.
They then kissed love, blossoming at the sure sigh to it.
Katyusha said not shy at all "I really like you, and I want to go out with you once we get out of this hell hole. Although we have a massive size difference that may cause pain or discomfort, it will never hurt nearly as much as not being with you because of it."
They kissed again, and then again.
Kirovets said before bring her into a gentle bear hug "I feel happiness... and freedom."
That night they cuddled closely together, savoring every heartbeat that was rushed at the sure feeling of touching each other. The fibers on their body radiated with energy as they focused on nothing but the moment. Tomorrow would be the deciding factor in who would win this war, them, or the Parabellum.
The next day, everybody was ready to head into the fire, the gates of hell.
Conqueror got on top of his tank, and Hammond turned his speakers on.
He cocked back his rifle and then said with confidence in his voice "We were scared at first, ran to group up and came in conflict with another. The lines between good and evil were blurred at first, but now we know, we are united as one to defeat the enemy. They are still stronger than us, but that is no reason to cower and retreat knowing the inevitable. Instead of giving them what they want, WE WILL FIGHT TO THE BITTER END! BECAUSE IF WE CAN'T DEFEAT THEM! WE WILL DRAG THEM DOWN IN FLAMES!"
BAM BAM BAM BAM!
He shot off his rifle off in the distance.
Everybody cheered and bellowed, waving their guns in the air, some even shooting off fireworks.
Conqueror began once everybody settled in, and only the burning of the fire in front of them could be heard "Those who do not wish to fight, may leave, and shall not be shot."
Nobody ran away.
He then said "OK! EVERYBODY GET READY!"
Through the tanks, Miho and her crew came up to the front. Eventually getting to Conqueror.
Miho asked, "We have no tank, and no other tanks have room for us, what are we going to do."
Conqueror told them with a smile "I have one for you, sorry for not telling you sooner, I was caught up in the moment. You two!"
He pointed at two of his soldiers.
"Bring them to the Angler Fish 2.0."
The two boys brought them over to a Panzer V/IV. It was simply a Panther with a Panzer IV turret. The paint job was the some from their last tank, yet the angler fish looked meaner, but they didn't mind since it was exactly what they were feeling.
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The Panzer V/IV (I do not own this image, and it is the best I could find although not accurate to the description)
Once in, they saw it was fully loaded and fueled. Miho brought out a picture of her and Maho, and she placed it down on a surface where it could stand up.
She said, "May God have mercy upon my enemy... because I sure as hell won't."
