Raymond's Raven

Fourth Ride of the Eagle (Trap)

To CleverSpirit, don't be lonely *Hug*.
~~GreenFlame!

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"...Sleipnir. Drop the gun. You don't have to do this."

"Not until she suck it down into her throat and pay for what she did to my fellow Witches! Come on! Moan like a broken doll, you little swine ball!"

"I SAID STOP THAT YOU IDIOT WITCH!"

It was night fall. There had been a large scale battle on both the land and the air. The mixed Royal Naval Air Service (now called RAF) and U.S. Air Force had successfully pushed back the Imperial German sky forces of Fokkers and Zeppelin bombers from the border of France entering via Belgium. However, the ground battle of tanks and soldiers in the trenches were a shamble. There were heavy resistance on both sides, so it was a long drawn out stalemate for hours and hours.

It wasn't an entire loss, on the other hand. Several soldiers who were secretly paired with magicians from the Canadian Witch and British Magic Division were able to defeat and apprehend some of the key German and Austrian Arcana Platoons. They were able to interrupt the enemy's counteroffensive, dissolving their ritual to summon a heavy Fireball Bombardment and Swarm of Vampire Mosquitoes.

Primarily, without the daring dive bomb of a certain Canadian Pilot and Canadian Witch interrupting their armored support, the enemy magicians would never have been captured. Now, in order to break the stalemate, every team on the Allied side must work around the clock in squeezing key information and intelligence from the captured magic spies and soldiers. That Pilot and Witch were currently underway in this large scale operation.

"Like I said. Put the gun down, Sleipnir. She may be an enemy, even a magician, but there's no need for you to violate her like this."

"After melting off my dress in front of 1000 men!? And tying me up naked in the air by a floating vine! I think not, my dear Ray-Ray! This little brat needs some spanking time to reflect on her punishment!"

"...Sleipnir. It was your own d*mn fault for using magic to calling out that Octopus demon thing. It stripped you and hung you up in the air on its own accord, not her."

"Guh! I-I confess my magic level wasn't at the required stage to control a summon from the Cthulhu Mythos, b-b-but she forced me to play my hand! So how could it not be her fault!?"

The Canadian Pilot was named Raymond Collishaw. He was one of the top aces among the pilots in World War 1. Namely, he was close rank to the British Billy Bishop and had several legendary encounters with the German Red Baron. He himself was a gentlemen on both land and air, and preferred not to get his hands too dirty unless necessary. Normally, he would sit out on interrogation, but since he was charged in being partners with a Witch, his duty was to ensure she survived this war while she dealt with magical agents.

Personally, he forced himself to be present to make sure his so called partner doesn't do anything... stupid. So he had every right to stand aside while the Canadian Witch shoved the barrel of a German Luger down the enemy Sorceress' mouth (Note: Not loaded). From the pilot's angle, he can't tell if the girl was suffering from pain or enjoying this torture's atmosphere.

"Why don't you just use the classical Witch Trial cr*p to get a confession out of her. If you hang her by the toe and dunk her in oil, she might start singing how Imperial Germany is inventing a rocket or something."

"I refuse to use the same techniques that were once deployed to shame and embarrass my ancestors! Besides, my goal isn't to get her to talk about her army's secrets. Your friends in British Intelligence has that covered. I want to ruin her, break her, make her regret she was born a girl! Kyaaa-haa-haa-haa!"