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A singer has no place on the battlefield. A few years ago, the only thing Weiss has to combat experience were the performances was stage combat in the opera but even that was simple choreography that children with sticks could perform with ease. Once she discovered her magical talents and malevolent forces discovered her presence, she had no choice but to fight.

Luckily magic ran in her family and the her family was ready for this moment just as much as her enemies. She discovered a history of knights, gifted in magic, who took up the sword for the sake of others. It was a blessing to not be alone in the dark but also a curse.

She was now trapped in a permanent role and still hadn’t decided if she was willing to play the part.

Tonight was the night she had to be a knight if she hoped to survive.

The caravan walked alongside the trucks carrying the cargo. Their black armor shined in the dying moonlight with a murderous gleam. They didn’t carry firearms but held their arms at their sides as though their hands were the only weapons they needed. Weiss hated the idea of taking lives but among her talents from gaining magic was the ability actually sense life in other creatures. It scared her at first but she welcomed it tonight.

She didn’t sense any life from the cargo or the guards.

Feeling relived at the idea of not being responsible for a loss of life, Weiss decided to commence with the distraction.

It must have been a strange sight for the soldiers: a girl in a white dress, boots, coat, and hair in a ponytail all in the same shade of snow stepped out in front of the caravan. She was unarmed but the soldier’s sensors couldn’t get a clear reading on her. Something was scrambling their sensors and that was enough to advise caution.

After a few seconds of calculation, one of the guards stepped forward to deliver a warning. When the guard stood in front of the strange girl, its arm transformed into a curved blade that gave off blood red sparks. The blade hovered an inch from the girl’s jugular.

“You are trespassing on private property,” a mechanical voice said from the guard’s helmet. “Leave immediately or suffer the consequences.”

Weiss almost felt like her mind was going to black out and a few years ago that would have seen the most practical option. But she wasn’t a nervous little singer anymore. Weiss demonstrated her new nature as she raised her right hand.

A flash of silver came from the shadows and before the guard could process what happened the intruder grabbed something and the guard lost all control beneath the neck. Its head fell to the ground, severed wires sparked like damaged arteries as the body crashed to the ground. Weiss, now holding her silver rapier, positioned herself to fight.

The remaining guards all activated their blades and lowered their bodies like predators going for the kill. Weiss wasn’t afraid: from a young age her family taught her fencing in order to practice poise, patience, and precision. These skills made Weiss into a skilled strategist in times of danger.

She proved her skills as she faced the entire armada. Her target however, was to make sure the cargo didn’t leave the area. Weiss had the perfect spell for that.

She closed her eyes, feeling the glow of the moon as it rained its heavenly glow through her. Weiss’ eyes snapped open, ready for battle, while her left hand gripped the hilt guard of her sword. She spun the cylinder within the hilt guard and channeled her will into the blade for what she needed.

Weiss spun the blade about and stabbed it into the ground. A flash of blue emitted from the blade and air grew very cold. A field of jagged ice shot forward from the sword and tore through the tire of every cargo truck, they weren’t going anywhere.

A flash of white appeared at Weiss’ feet, a glowing constellation of magic that doubled as a platform. Weiss shot into the air from the star platform like a lightning bolt. She then made a star platform in the air and kicked off it like a wall. A silver missile, Weiss flew right at the guards and slashed right through them with ease. Weiss spun about with a dancer’s grace and cut through sword and guard alike.

While the armada of death weapons moved towards, something swung out of the shadows and sliced through four guards at once. The remaining guards that weren’t fighting Weiss crated machine guns from their hands and fired into the darkness. A speck of darkness took on a life of its own and jumped into the fight.

One of the guards caught a glimpse of a girl. She wore a black blouse, white top and shorts, violet stockings and heels, and a black bow that made the stranger look to be part cat. The guard saw a flash of yellow eyes and the girl move her hand before its vision was cut to pieces.

Blake flipped about the battlefield with gymnast-level dexterity, cutting down the mechanical guards at will. It took about 10 guards, whose last sights were uploaded to a remote computer, to confirm the identity of the girl in black from a previous encounter. She and her crimson-sword wielding ally were high-priority targets. The protocol was clear: destroy, burn, and collect what’s left of the ashes.

The command was received with lethal conviction as the guards all burned with a crimson glow. Small, rapid, lasers were replaced by canon-sized shots that could punch holes in tanks. A side of the warehouse erupted, and 200 more guards charged into the battle. Weiss turned to see them just as they fired a wave of crimson death in her direction.

She managed to get a star platform activated in time to get out of the range of the first wave but the armada was already lining up for the second volley. Before they could fire, a storm of bullets tore through the guards. It wasn’t enough to destroy them but it gave Weiss a chance to shoot down to Blake while she continued laying down suppressing fire. The singer cut down guards that rushed in to take out Blake while the former thief used a combination of her gun and sword to help. The malicious cavalry adapted to the bullet fire and started shooting back. This forced the two girls to rush for cover behind one of the cargo trucks. They fought the smaller waves of enemies but the approaching platoon of doom was too much even if they managed to ambush them.

Blake and Weiss needed backup.

Just as the first layers of the armada made it around the cargo and into firing range they were blown apart by another shooter. Sensors detected the path of fire to be from the rooftop of a nearby building. Before they could target the new intruder’s location, 10 more high-powered shots pierced through the armada.

Blake and Weiss were distracted by the bombardment and didn’t see the flash of yellow stampeding towards them. They did hear the collision as Yang struck the container they were hiding behind and flattened more than half the armada. The golden brawler’s gauntlets pumped out used shells and loaded new rounds. Yang turned to face the remaining guards who charged at her. With the force of twenty shotgun blasts per punch, Yang decimated the mechanical assassins with ease.

Weiss and Blake jumped up to join Yang and the three were slowly surrounded by the armada. All the machines needed to do was fire and the girls wouldn’t have a chance of blocking or dodging every hit. As a perimeter of death was forged, the boom of the high-powered rifle from before was heard.

But the rifle echoed in the opposite direction of the enemy. Instead of a bullet, a chaotic crimson tornado flew in cut and down a giant chunk of wall of guards. Ruby joined the fray by propelling herself with the force of her rifle and allowing the brutal edge of her scythe do the rest. The four women stood as one unstoppable force: Ruby sliced, Weiss stabbed, Blake shredded, and Yang pulverized everything that came their way.

Yang was the most level headed of the group, which helped her to kick one of the guards away while the group took down the rest. The remaining guard tried to retaliate but was stunned with a swift by Yang.

“We need one operational,” Yang said. “Let’s get some eyes inside for what’s up ahead.”

The four girls formed up around the machine. Yang nodded to Blake and the former thief went to work. Blake had experience hacking machines, including computer databases and ultimately if a machine was connected to anything Blake could hack them both.

Blake used her sword to find a spot near the processing center of the machine. She then pulled out a small black spike that glowed red. The former thief then pulled out a small device that ran the numbers off the machine.

“There’s more beneath the warehouse,” Blake said in her usual monotone voice. “A whole facility stock piled with weapons and laboratories. These containers are just smuggling weapons, but whatever’s going on here is much bigger.”

“How in the world does a whole facility go unnoticed?” Weiss said.

“You’d be surprised how easy it is for money to make people blind.” Blake said.

“That’s where we come in,” Ruby said while swiveling her scythe. “I say we go down there and find some more stuff to break.”

Seeing the how Weiss and Blake agreed with a quick nod left Yang little opportunity to propose caution. Besides, this was the same kind of thing they dealt with in the other two facilities they ambushed. There was still too much they didn’t know and yang never liked being left in the dark.

“Okay,” Yang said. “We go in, but we stay together. Understood? “

The girls said they understood, which didn’t mean as much as Yang wished but at least it would be enough. Yang had come appreciate the way the four of them worked together. There was kinship in combat that brought them together despite all their differences.

As they went into the warehouse, Yang hoped it would be enough. Unity was a hard thing to find these days. The once whole moon in the sky was proof of that.

Description
A singer has no place on the battlefield. A few years ago, the only thing Weiss has to combat experience were the performances was stage combat in the opera but even that was simple choreography that children with sticks could perform with ease. Once she discovered her magical talents and malevolent forces discovered her presence, she had no choice but to fight.

Luckily magic ran in her family and the her family was ready for this moment just as much as her enemies. She discovered a history of knights, gifted in magic, who took up the sword for the sake of others. It was a blessing to not be alone in the dark but also a curse.

She was now trapped in a permanent role and still hadn’t decided if she was willing to play the part.

Tonight was the night she had to be a knight if she hoped to survive.

The caravan walked alongside the trucks carrying the cargo. Their black armor shined in the dying moonlight with a murderous gleam. They didn’t carry firearms but held their arms at their sides as though their hands were the only weapons they needed. Weiss hated the idea of taking lives but among her talents from gaining magic was the ability actually sense life in other creatures. It scared her at first but she welcomed it tonight.

She didn’t sense any life from the cargo or the guards.

Feeling relived at the idea of not being responsible for a loss of life, Weiss decided to commence with the distraction.

It must have been a strange sight for the soldiers: a girl in a white dress, boots, coat, and hair in a ponytail all in the same shade of snow stepped out in front of the caravan. She was unarmed but the soldier’s sensors couldn’t get a clear reading on her. Something was scrambling their sensors and that was enough to advise caution.

After a few seconds of calculation, one of the guards stepped forward to deliver a warning. When the guard stood in front of the strange girl, its arm transformed into a curved blade that gave off blood red sparks. The blade hovered an inch from the girl’s jugular.

“You are trespassing on private property,” a mechanical voice said from the guard’s helmet. “Leave immediately or suffer the consequences.”

Weiss almost felt like her mind was going to black out and a few years ago that would have seen the most practical option. But she wasn’t a nervous little singer anymore. Weiss demonstrated her new nature as she raised her right hand.

A flash of silver came from the shadows and before the guard could process what happened the intruder grabbed something and the guard lost all control beneath the neck. Its head fell to the ground, severed wires sparked like damaged arteries as the body crashed to the ground. Weiss, now holding her silver rapier, positioned herself to fight.

The remaining guards all activated their blades and lowered their bodies like predators going for the kill. Weiss wasn’t afraid: from a young age her family taught her fencing in order to practice poise, patience, and precision. These skills made Weiss into a skilled strategist in times of danger.

She proved her skills as she faced the entire armada. Her target however, was to make sure the cargo didn’t leave the area. Weiss had the perfect spell for that.

She closed her eyes, feeling the glow of the moon as it rained its heavenly glow through her. Weiss’ eyes snapped open, ready for battle, while her left hand gripped the hilt guard of her sword. She spun the cylinder within the hilt guard and channeled her will into the blade for what she needed.

Weiss spun the blade about and stabbed it into the ground. A flash of blue emitted from the blade and air grew very cold. A field of jagged ice shot forward from the sword and tore through the tire of every cargo truck, they weren’t going anywhere.

A flash of white appeared at Weiss’ feet, a glowing constellation of magic that doubled as a platform. Weiss shot into the air from the star platform like a lightning bolt. She then made a star platform in the air and kicked off it like a wall. A silver missile, Weiss flew right at the guards and slashed right through them with ease. Weiss spun about with a dancer’s grace and cut through sword and guard alike.

While the armada of death weapons moved towards, something swung out of the shadows and sliced through four guards at once. The remaining guards that weren’t fighting Weiss crated machine guns from their hands and fired into the darkness. A speck of darkness took on a life of its own and jumped into the fight.

One of the guards caught a glimpse of a girl. She wore a black blouse, white top and shorts, violet stockings and heels, and a black bow that made the stranger look to be part cat. The guard saw a flash of yellow eyes and the girl move her hand before its vision was cut to pieces.

Blake flipped about the battlefield with gymnast-level dexterity, cutting down the mechanical guards at will. It took about 10 guards, whose last sights were uploaded to a remote computer, to confirm the identity of the girl in black from a previous encounter. She and her crimson-sword wielding ally were high-priority targets. The protocol was clear: destroy, burn, and collect what’s left of the ashes.

The command was received with lethal conviction as the guards all burned with a crimson glow. Small, rapid, lasers were replaced by canon-sized shots that could punch holes in tanks. A side of the warehouse erupted, and 200 more guards charged into the battle. Weiss turned to see them just as they fired a wave of crimson death in her direction.

She managed to get a star platform activated in time to get out of the range of the first wave but the armada was already lining up for the second volley. Before they could fire, a storm of bullets tore through the guards. It wasn’t enough to destroy them but it gave Weiss a chance to shoot down to Blake while she continued laying down suppressing fire. The singer cut down guards that rushed in to take out Blake while the former thief used a combination of her gun and sword to help. The malicious cavalry adapted to the bullet fire and started shooting back. This forced the two girls to rush for cover behind one of the cargo trucks. They fought the smaller waves of enemies but the approaching platoon of doom was too much even if they managed to ambush them.

Blake and Weiss needed backup.

Just as the first layers of the armada made it around the cargo and into firing range they were blown apart by another shooter. Sensors detected the path of fire to be from the rooftop of a nearby building. Before they could target the new intruder’s location, 10 more high-powered shots pierced through the armada.

Blake and Weiss were distracted by the bombardment and didn’t see the flash of yellow stampeding towards them. They did hear the collision as Yang struck the container they were hiding behind and flattened more than half the armada. The golden brawler’s gauntlets pumped out used shells and loaded new rounds. Yang turned to face the remaining guards who charged at her. With the force of twenty shotgun blasts per punch, Yang decimated the mechanical assassins with ease.

Weiss and Blake jumped up to join Yang and the three were slowly surrounded by the armada. All the machines needed to do was fire and the girls wouldn’t have a chance of blocking or dodging every hit. As a perimeter of death was forged, the boom of the high-powered rifle from before was heard.

But the rifle echoed in the opposite direction of the enemy. Instead of a bullet, a chaotic crimson tornado flew in cut and down a giant chunk of wall of guards. Ruby joined the fray by propelling herself with the force of her rifle and allowing the brutal edge of her scythe do the rest. The four women stood as one unstoppable force: Ruby sliced, Weiss stabbed, Blake shredded, and Yang pulverized everything that came their way.

Yang was the most level headed of the group, which helped her to kick one of the guards away while the group took down the rest. The remaining guard tried to retaliate but was stunned with a swift by Yang.

“We need one operational,” Yang said. “Let’s get some eyes inside for what’s up ahead.”

The four girls formed up around the machine. Yang nodded to Blake and the former thief went to work. Blake had experience hacking machines, including computer databases and ultimately if a machine was connected to anything Blake could hack them both.

Blake used her sword to find a spot near the processing center of the machine. She then pulled out a small black spike that glowed red. The former thief then pulled out a small device that ran the numbers off the machine.

“There’s more beneath the warehouse,” Blake said in her usual monotone voice. “A whole facility stock piled with weapons and laboratories. These containers are just smuggling weapons, but whatever’s going on here is much bigger.”

“How in the world does a whole facility go unnoticed?” Weiss said.

“You’d be surprised how easy it is for money to make people blind.” Blake said.

“That’s where we come in,” Ruby said while swiveling her scythe. “I say we go down there and find some more stuff to break.”

Seeing the how Weiss and Blake agreed with a quick nod left Yang little opportunity to propose caution. Besides, this was the same kind of thing they dealt with in the other two facilities they ambushed. There was still too much they didn’t know and yang never liked being left in the dark.

“Okay,” Yang said. “We go in, but we stay together. Understood? “

The girls said they understood, which didn’t mean as much as Yang wished but at least it would be enough. Yang had come appreciate the way the four of them worked together. There was kinship in combat that brought them together despite all their differences.

As they went into the warehouse, Yang hoped it would be enough. Unity was a hard thing to find these days. The once whole moon in the sky was proof of that.