(Remaster) The Ship of the Tempest

The Devil and Seraph

The Mutual Fists
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Not a step was taken before the sky filled with flaming shellfire, the two on the receiving end bracing for impact as the shells screamed towards them.

Adapter readied herself to dodge as best she could, but an arm wrapped around her own, her eyes then darting to Z73. "Wha—, what the hell are you d
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A hand went over her mouth and silenced her, as Z73 gestured ahead. Adapter followed her motion and saw all of the girls they were just staring down, all with their backs to them now and a massive amount of water ahead being launched into the air.

Z73 let go and pointed at five girls in particular, the Carriers, and slid her thumb across her throat. If they were to win this, those five had to go down first.

Aquila and Impero, the two Italian Carriers, had no idea what happened as their lives were snuffed in but an instant. The sound caught the attention of the rest, and they turned to see the two with hands through their chests, cubes in the hands of the Devil and Seraph they thought to have been killed.

They pocketed the cubes quickly and evaded the next volley of light gun fire, knowing the heavier cannons of the larger ships still had time to reload before they could do anything. They made a mad dash for the three French Carriers, all away from the group and completely defenseless.

Or so they thought, as a Torpedo breached the water just ahead of them, going right for Z73. Adapter spotted it immediately, and slid to a stop while yanking Z73 back, allowing the Torpedo to sail past.

"There's subs here!"

"I know that, the issue is still the Carriers!"

Adapter took a split second to think, before coming to a conclusion on what to do. She grabbed Z73's arm tightly, and shifted her stance.

"I'll toss you at them, take 'em out!"

Before she could protest, Z73 was ripped from the ocean surface and spun around as Adapter built momentum. She threw her towards the Carriers right before another Torpedo gunned towards her, one she evaded and got to work clearing the Subs.

With Z73, she was startled by the sudden aerial move, but quickly oriented as she flew straight towards the three French Carriers, with the one clear in her sights, Joffre, right under her landing spot. She spun around and struck out feet first, Joffre having little time to react as the Destroyer was on top of her quicker than she could move away.

Her boot hit square in her face, Joffre falling to the water as Z73 slid ahead of her. The other two, Painlevé and Béarn, were barely getting their planes into the air before the smaller Béarn was grabbed by their aggressor.

Béarn was lifted right off the water and thrown into Painlevé, both collapsing into a pile of limbs that Z73 jumped on top of. With her metal gauntlets, she let out hit after hit, starting to brutalize the two under her.

An explosion rung out, and she put her arm out and caught a shell in her grip, grunting at the force of the impact, but staying strong as she marveled at her new little weapon. With a smile, she raised it high and plunged it down, killing Painelevé with what was akin to a sledgehammer to the head.

More shots rung out, but none were for her, so Adapter must have been going to work. Before she could finish the job with Béarn, two hands wrapped around her neck, a vice grip forming as Joffre had recovered and started to choke her out.

The Carrier's strength was immense, and Z73 wouldn't normally be able to fight it well, but her eyes flashed a golden hue, and Joffre's arms were slowly pulled away from her neck. With both hands in hers, she yanked them down over her shoulder, hearing a satisfying snap and a yelp of pain from Joffre.