Right.....Wrong.....I don't know

Prinz problemo

A week by now has passed on the port and, barring a few shenanigans that have happened, the place has been relatively quiet so far. Of course the presence of two Sirens on the base as well as suddenly having two Bismarcks did have a rough impact on Ironblood. Specifically the organization of everything was quite the hassle but in the end it was ironed out pretty smoothly. Although a few bumps remained.

Elma shook her head a bit. “You know if you do an overhead strike like that, you leave your lower body exposed for hits when someone with multiple appendages can attack you from the middle while you block high.” 

She was watching Odin who had her sword out and was fighting against a training dummy that was unexpectedly shaped in the design of Breaker. The Priority ship sighed with little emotion and looked up at Elma with a side eye that could melt deck platings.

“I know how to fight your kind even without your constant comments on my own. So get lost or you can face the wrath of my blade.” Odin said and then went right back to training.

Elma after seeing that just accepted her fate that no one wanted her help even if she generously offered it. Although she was at least glad that the girls now did regular training, in comparison to a week ago where it wasn’t mandatory. “Geez you all are so untrusting of me…..wait you are acting like I did to you all….” She then stopped her thought before clenching her fist. “Irony is firmly biting me in the ass here huh?”

“It's not like you can’t understand them, you moron!” Deutschland, who suddenly appeared behind her, muttered as she jumped and patted Elmas foxs ears directly. An action she would find to regret as Elma instantly turned around and put some distance between themselves. “Ouch. Can’t allow a girl some fun, eh?!”

“Not when this fun is annoying as fuck. So piss off.” Elma said with an annoyed look. “You just had to ruin my mood.” She swiped her hand before Deutschland advise her to leave. A message the Panzerschiff certainly seemed to just ignore.

Deutschland held her hands up in innocence. “Etepetete.” Deutschland stopped and smirked. “I can have my fun too but are you really surprised we won’t want tips from the likes of you? In fact ain’t it kinda strange you offer us help in fighting. Fighting we will most certainly use against you?”

“You do know you are not going to fight Sirens at all since Azur Lane is your enemy right? Hell you should be used to it from the little civil war you have had.” She gave an annoyed whine as she leaned against the handrail. “I just wanna do anything to anything that is not either boring, annoying or unproductive….or has anything to do with repairing this base.” 

Elma crossed her arms. She was almost about to go on a rant again, like when she had to move the new watertower up the building and several people were complaining about building regulations and whatnot. “Introducing yourself to new people is already becoming far too exhausting with their constant threats and insults.”

She referred to each time when a new Ironblood or Northern Parliament fleet arrived here. They all most certainly didn’t expect the two Sirens and neither did many of them react in a non hostile way instantly. Well that is before getting a stern talk from the commanders of the two factions of course. After that they generally seemed to tolerate them.

“Guess they couldn’t handle the Siren presence from what I heard. Can’t blame them either.” Deutschland shrugged. ”Also didn’t you get shot at the last three times when the fleets came back here when you two of you introduced yourself for the first time. Ain’t that three out of four by now?”

“It was and has happened only twice. Still annoying.” Elma brushed it off. “So any specific reason you are here to annoy me? Or do you just want an asswhooping?”