Fate/Void Wars: a Jeanne D'Arc Alter x Male Reader Remake

Chapter 2: The Cold Invitation

A/N: Welcome to the new chapter. Some old characters are being brought back and reworked. Anyway, enjoy the chapter.

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Early December 1942 Russia

I wore a cloak and mask. I had a standard winter military outfit for the cold as well. I stood alone. My squadron had been massacred by the enemy. The toll of the battle was great. Many of the buildings collapsed, from German bombardment. Bodies and many firefights occurred throughout the city. The snow ran red. Where I stood it seemed as if I was an ant in the water.

However, with the coming of winter, the German troops were stranded. Left to freeze in the harsh cold. Their oil tanks freezing, and their horses dying of hypothermia. The bombing raids have become less frequent. The frigid steppes weren't made for the weak. I knew that very well. I grew up in it. I slew the enemy in retaliation for my fallen comrades.

"Hoh, you survived all that," said a mysterious figure dressed in all-black clothing appeared.

"She must be quite the mage," said the other one. They both had the holy cross on their necks.

I knew they were Church executors. I happened to run into these guys often It's a good thing it was only two this time. I took out my daggers.

Suddenly, an instinct to dodge consumed me. There were five black keys launched at me.

"Menyat" I used my magic to swap places with one of the executors.' That's one,' I counted to myself. I looked to the executor, and he saw he became a shish kebab. I quickly assessed the situation. There were five more to assist the additional two. Three on my left, two in front of me, including the leader, and two on my right.

"Interesting, we heard that a mage was using magic carelessly on the frontlines but I didn't expect it to be this," said the leader. He was wiser. I had a vague feeling of familiarity and deep hate for the man.

"The daughter that was lost," the rage consumed me, and I rushed forward.

They threw black keys at me. I swapped with one on my right. She met the same fate as the other member I swapped with.

'That's two,' I shot multiple rounds at the leader. He deflected the bullets with his black keys. The one in front of me formed into a defensive stance. I threw a dagger at him and shot rounds at him. He threw black keys at me. I switched with the leader. 'Three.'

The leader dodged in time while the other didn't. I did a swift takedown of the executor that accompanied the leader. There were only three executors left, including the leader. I noticed that they had become wary of me. The remaining two rushed me. 'Four,' I swapped with one of them and prepared a kick to stun them. The executor blocked it with their arms. He was pushed back to a crumbled wall. I pulled out my pistol and shot him.

A sharp pain hit me in the shoulder.

"Impressive, you live up to the legacy of your mother, the shadow swapper," the leader said. "We have never been injured or lost a member of our team in an execution."

"This isn't my first hunt," I said. I pulled open my cloak and revealed a collection of crosses. I pulled out the sharp projectile. Blood ran down my arm.