[quote=@Kuchenlein] Helmina also grinned in passion as she awaited the coming battles. "[color=crimson]Ice? A cool name indeed, but it's too short so I shall call you [i]Eismann[/i] then. Anyways, the enemies await to be punished... and we must go ASAP. Follow my lead,[/color]" She turned to her underlings and announced with a clear voice, "[color=crimson]*ehem* [i]Vorwärts! Pertahanlah Raichkan woteis, dan aziarlah kuitang jatkan lieblichnyan Lektionkan![/i][/color]" ("[color=green]Forwards! Defend our Reich, and teach them a lovely lesson![/color]") "[color=yellow][i][Ja, Puan Helmina![/i][/color]" ("[color=green]Yes, Lady Helmina![/color]") (OOC : Excuse me, I'm quite bad at writing action scenes with fancy sentences, but I can improve, I guess,) After taking another pink candy of hers, Helmina then led Ice and her underlings to the frontlines, while dodging airstrikes and fighting enemy paratroopers on the way. "[color=crimson][i]Scheisse! Deckenlah Dirimun![/i][/color]" ("[color=green]Shit! Cover yourselves![/color]") A massive fleet of fast airplanes swept by and unleashed showers of energyballs as bombs. Helmina quickly leaped her way to the skies and leashed out a few swings from her glowing blade mid-air. She sliced many of these energyballs into exploding pieces, and unleashed gusts of strong wind bouncing some of these energyballs back. Many enemy jets were struck by the bombs and blew up as a result. Helmina then landed onto the ground swiftly with a big grin. While enemy airplanes were blowing up and crashing down in the background. They thus continued their running. However, a few seconds later, mysterious dark laughters could be heard from afar. A sudden aura of suppression and pressure emerged, weakening and slowing down Ice and Helmina. Three regiments of well-armored troops, battlemages and Panzers soon followed and encircled the 44th Regiment. Helmina chuckled and sniffed with a prideful smile, "[color=crimson]Looking for some--[/color]" A huge ball of blazing purple struck Ice on the back, sending him flying backwards for miles and possibly dealing tons of damage while likely leaving his suit ablaze with strong purple flames. A deep, dark masculine voice soon echoed thunderously, "[color=orange][i]Gutentag, jungnye Puan wakus.[/i] You seem to be very powerful and smart, indeed... If only you would stay out of this mess, or fight for my side... too bad, you serve the bandits instead of me, your rightful Grand Emperor...[/color]" "[color=crimson]Berthold...? Tschan Berthold? T-this... cannot be...[/color]" a stunned Helmina responded... "[color=orange]Ohh, my young lady. Yes, indeed, I am none other than Berthold, your rightful sovereign... I have come to take back my rightful place on my throne. Step back, or you will be sorry...[/color]" "[color=crimson]We shall see, poor old man. You must have forgotten to take your candies, no? You're no longer [i]Mahakaisar[/i] anymore! Quick, go back before you get hurt in battlefield! It's no playground, my love![/color]" "[color=orange]Heh,[/color]" the voice of Berthold sniggered, "[color=orange]Really? I think you got it wrong, young lass. You're only a young little lass working for the wrong team and who only knows rhetoric. I have eaten more salt than you have eaten rice![/color]" "[color=crimson]Not that proverb again. Could you be any more creative than that?[/color]" "[color=orange]Are you trying to run away from battle? Sure, you very well should run away, if you know better. Who knows--[/color]" "[color=crimson]Ice, attack! [i]Lawanlah, Askarmun wakus![/i][/color]" The brave troops of the 44th Regiment soon engaged in a deathly fight with the Royalist invaders. Great battlemages in fancy black combat suits rained down showers of fireballs and roasting rays upon their foes, with elite stormtroopers and Panzers of their own further bolstering the assaults. Helmina hopped and sprinted back and forth, slicing and cutting up many Royalists into pieces of burning meat on her way. *but suddenly, melting heatwaves and kinetic energies came hitting the Revitals from somewhere buried amongst the trees. incinerating many of the Revitals into oblivion* *huge laser rays from somewhere quite distant came blasting Revitals, and splintering to other nearby targets once hitting a primary target* *Helmina tried to swung her sword towards her foes, but the swinging merely sent forth a feeble wave of warmness* *Helmina picked up her staff-rifle trying to blast her foes, however the energyballs and rays that came out were weakened, but still able to hit some foes with considerable damage* "[color=crimson]Guess I have to make use of ammos then...[/color]" Helmina coughed as she loaded her ammos. She then turned to Ice and said, "[color=crimson]Ice, help teach these pirates a good lesson.[/color]" "[color=orange]See? You could do little but talk and laugh like a sad silly... prostitute like you are, milady... heh heh heh... Don't count on your ammos, you will eventually use up all of them! And you even had to rely on, this, uhhh, newfound boyfriend of yours from, let me guess, the outer space?[/color] "[color=crimson]Shut the fuck up, you lovely little boy! He's not my boyfriend![/color]" said as Helmina began spraying big fiery bullets onto the Revitals, tearing through flesh and punching through armor alike while sending her victims ablaze in bright flames and explosions. "[color=crimson]What if I told you, you are my beloved boyfriend, little knight?[/color]" As usual, Berthold laughed it off and then replied, "[color=orange]Who knows? Perhaps you are a loveless chick who wants love so badly. Very well... let's see how your new boyfriend fares in this battle! And we shall see, who shall laugh till the very end![/color]" [/quote] He's sent flying, but his suit stabilizes itself midair and he stops his momentum quickly. He sprints back into the fray, firing angrily at this pretender who says he's the Emperor. "YOU WILL DIE!" He sees a Battlemage preparing a spell to attack him, and he unleashes a spray of rounds so powerful that one of the rounds killed five men alone. He continues sprinting, taking the enemy's fire like a tank, pointing his gun's barrel in places where death soon follows. Grimacing as another Battlemage hits him with a purple blast, he shrugs off the blow and kills the man and continues charging. Once he's as close to the voice as he can be, he straps his rifle to his back and grins behind his visor. "You think yourself fit to even pretend to be the Emperor? I am one of the Emperor's Chosen, and I will decide that!"