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What remain was to make haste, interactions between Arms Masters excluding Fuyukohime mattered not since everyone was thrusted into the battlefield with little to no briefing.

Adaptivity mattered more for the assumption of a Soldier to accomplish the task at hand that the Chinese has despicably roped them into. As the air to the bird, sea to the fish and so is contempt to the contemptible, dying is not an option and the matter itself would cry on deaf ears, unsettled and dying itself without honor is wack. If Fuyukohime moved without being told, then Rin stomached to rationalized her facade, just maybe, not get too engrossed with the disguise.

Rin went full throttle and touched the earth beneath her which was clad in sea water, geysers clad in chain started multiplying as they protrude from the surface and to those enemies caught in the crossfire would unwittingly fall into their conditional wintry doom, which some indeed fell as they were frozen in their tracks and entangled in chains.

It seemed that because of the terrain, Rin can produce more ice than she normally does.

"Fuyukohime. I'd encourage you to commit friendly fire against me, lest I get mortally wounded, victory would be distant. I'm sure the J.S.D.F has told you about my specialty and the conditions are fulfilled as you're within my icy platform."
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Chapter One, Desperation in Lingayen, Part Three

Lingayen Beach, Municipality of Lingayen, Lingayen Gulf

As the counterattack got underway, with the Arms Masters and ordinary troops being able to fire out of the Wall of Light while the enemy can't fire in, the foes on the beach began to die in droves, their advantage in firepower negated by Ari's defensive power, which made her the woman of the hour - Well, the literal current hour, as the others were starting to prove why they deserved a military rank; not just Noel, as Lucy supported Sophist by blowing up four dozen or so folk (some of them in a tank and amphibious assault vehicle); more of the enemy would have been killed if they weren't spread out (because they weren't stupid when confronted with Arms Masters).

Sophist himself exacted a gruesome toll on the enemy armies, but the Chinese were learning how to fight him by directing Sonic Weapons to try and break his concentration and thus bring him down; they can heal his hearing later if they capture him. They also began hurling flash-bang grenades just outside the range which he showed, hoping to blind the kid with bright flashes of light. If that didn't work, they'd just use their boats' floodlights and aim them at his eyes.

As for Ari, he'd find that the flanking force on Labrador Beach was barely being held back by the artillery from the east while the boats trying to go upstream were making good headway, having downed two Filipino Helicopters sent to intercept them. Princess Fukuyo, meanwhile, managed to bring down a tank and several scores of infantry, her kill count rising to a hundred enemy casualties in just a minute, especially with the help of her bodyguard, Rin, and her geysers of pure ice which caused additional havoc to the enemy.

Hanni's performance was unexpected, the young girl also bringing an additional source of cold to the Chinese forces that caused them to yearn for a warmer, swifter death. However, the consequences were that snipers, on several boats which were at least a hundred meters away, were firing at her now, and unless whatever entity was possessing her also gave her superhuman reflexes, she was going to be severely injured, and the only saving grace was that the Chinese didn't want to kill her for some sinister reason, so the shots were aimed at nonlethal areas. If those failed, the enemy would shoot giant nets from closer boats, giant nets which carried an electric charge that can stun most Arms Masters (never mind that electronics could be frozen, thus partly negating the nets' potency).

Nemo would suffer a similar focus; shot in the arm, the Chinese saw him as easy pickings, launching more giant nets at him, and if he was able to dodge or cut through them despite his wound, several bolas would be shot at him, also from boats. If those didn't work, knockout gas shells would be launched at his position, and if no one moved to save him then, a battalion of infantry specially trained and equipped for capturing Arms Masters would land on the beach, their black armor (made of high-end polymers with little to no metal content) highlighting the stun rods/cattle prods they carried in their dominant hands, the ropes, cuffs, and zip ties on their belts and backs, and most ominously, the shock collars they had on their free hands.

Regil and Regina's inflicted carnage was expected despite being great, although Regina choosing to attack the aircraft with mundane weapons was a pleasant surprise which proved that said weapons were still deadly in the right hands. This was further proven by the Philippine Army, which joined in the counterattack, firing small arms and artillery from behind the Wall of Light and wreaking havoc amongst those who tried to outflank the barrier. Noel, his melee options exhausted, was even using a mundane weapon himself, a Floro MK-9 produced in the Philippines itself by Filipinos.

But there was still some neglect of the enemy's airborne assets, part of which came from the Arms Masters being 'optimized' for ground combat, powers-wise. Another part came from the fact that the ground forces were that much closer, and many of them were losing heart due to the Wall of Light stymying their tactic of trying to fragment and isolate the Arms Masters, the tactic which seemed to be winning until Ari put up her barrier, which was able to withstand more Fuel Air Bombs and other forms of ordnance. However, fighters, fighter-bombers, and strategic bombers had already begun to just fly over the Wall of Light to try and bombard Lingayen City itself, whose air defenses were woefully inadequate to withstand a serious assault.




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There was something rising, a strange feeling in the air of one portion of the beach battlefield. As Regil's Queen bestowed its empowerment upon the battlefield at large, simultaneously, it seemed to trip upon something, which flared in response. As several squads of mundane soldiers scrambled through the trenches to achieve a more ideal position to support the Austrian siblings (and Ari in particular), they moved with unnatural alacrity, rifles occasionally barking over the tops of the trenches with a focus and accuracy. One extraordinarily well-timed grenade chucked by Corporal Castro's squad plunked down into the top of one of the aquatic assault vehicles flanking Ari, eviscerating the gunner and the driver alike with a sharp boom. The driver seemed to have been moving to avoid it the split second it was thrown, but the angle the grenade bounced off the flat top of the vehicle only ensured the gunners had even less cover before it detonated mid-air. The treaded vehicle stuttered to a stop, smoking furiously.

And the allied mundanes weren't alone in their abruptly heightened performance.

Whatever was happening was most certainly not Regil's doing, as even the nearby enemies seemed swept up in the fervor. It was like suddenly everyone was simultaneously granted access to mild bullet time... but without the speed to keep up with it. Laser-focused troops on both sides exchanged ammo with accuracy that would have made range masters shed tears of joy, and casualties began to rack up with alarming acceleration. But for nearly every casualty... there was an odd survivor. Soldiers took incapacitating shots, wounds that would have stunned or shell-shocked from the shock, trauma, and pain, and simply... kept fighting. There was a wild-eyed determination infusing every warm body, energy, and stamina that could only be compared to a full-throttle constant injection of adrenaline.

And it was this shot of energy, endurance, focus, and broadly heightened senses that swept through the Lucy and the Justis siblings.

Lucy, having just unleashed a massive Burst of force, would find that her stamina had not been taxed nearly as much as she might have braced for. Ari, in turn, would find that the ongoing bombardment upon her shield didn't seem to carry as much recoil as it had moments prior. Maintaining her Wall of Light became nearly as easy as breathing, a second wind injected straight into her veins.

Whatever was occurring was clearly far more indiscriminate than Regil's Queen. And moreover, it was clearly widespread. Unfortunately, given the barely organized chaos of the battle and the distances between many skirmishes, it was difficult to tell exactly where the effect began and ended for those within it. If there was a source to be pinpointed, they weren't obvious. All that could really be said was that it had rolled in out of nowhere, absent one moment and there the next.

No, the only question to be answered was: Who would take advantage of this mysterious enhancement best to gain the upper hand?


Meanwhile, the skies over Lingayen were filled with fire and ash.

Missiles from jets, drones, and warships alike screamed overhead, pounding firepower into countless beachfronts across the breadth of the gulf and sending helicopters hurtling down from the sky in deadly balls of flaming debris to crush the unwary and set the city alight. Not every front had a magical shield to ward off the worst of the Chinese assault, and the effects were being felt. Other groups of Arms Masters, mercenaries, and Philippine soldiers alike fought valiantly, but the fact of the matter was that China, having undergone rapid and militaristic advancement on top of already having a far greater capacity to arm and train vastly superior amounts of manpower, was far and away beyond what they could hope to truly contest. And worse...

The enemy hadn't even deigned to deploy their own Arms Masters.

Whether that was because they simply had the gall not to even bring any or because said Arms Masters didn't think the current conflicts were worth their time was unclear. Or worse, the enemy may have simply been conserving their strength, looking to wear down the defenders through attrition before crushing them in an abrupt and final blow with overwhelming firepower. At the least, all across every front of the gulf, something strange was occurring. All around, defenders gradually began to notice enemies disappearing. Specifically, the wounded. The dead. Destroyed weaponry and vehicles of war. The roar of battle prevented them from being overheard, but many an incapacitated Chinese troop would bark into the radio in their native language or make an odd gesture, only to suddenly disappear without so much as a displacement of air, as they had never been there, to begin with.

And despite this, the constant whittling at the enemy's resources, it seemed as though there was no end to them. Wave upon wave of enemy forces broke upon the Philippine defense, an unending stream of aquatic and aerial transport craft flowing into the gulf from the direction the Chinese warships loomed, unleashing their own unending bombardment against the shores.

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Just keep firing. Don't think. Don't...

Kaitlyn gasped, watching aircraft fly overhead.

They were attacking the city. The city they were meant to protect.

Kaitlyn felt a burning in her chest. Gritting her teeth, she returned her attention to the battlefield, lending her aid to those she could. She still matters. She can still make a difference... They just have to deal with the beach forces first, and then they can help those in the city.

Silently, Kaitlyn prayed for those already lost.

Most of the Arms Masters were, predictably, terrifyingly efficient murder machines. Kaitlyn wondered if they felt any remorse, or if 'superhuman' went deeper than surface-level. Watching the princess incinerate soldiers and the little brat practically dance on the battlefield lead her to believe the answer was yes.

Did that make them less than human?

"Sir!" She fumbled with her radio, and this time she managed to hit the correct button in just a couple seconds. She'd been surveying the battlefield- largely disregarding the tanks now that they seemed to be getting pulped under concentrated fire- and focused instead on... Sigh... That same Arms Master from before. And... A child? God, she knew Arms Masters could be young, but to send a child onto a battlefield... "The enemy is attempting to neutralize the gravity Arms Master, designating AM-One. They are utilizing sonic weaponry, and other tools for incapacitation."

Withdrawing binoculars from her toolbelt- privately purchased. Thank God the Philippine Army gave her that much freedom- she also got a better look at the weather phenomenon that was the child. She could feel a pulsing in her head, and her hands shook slightly. She didn't pay it any mind.

"The juvenile Arms Master is injured and is sustaining heavy fire... Snipers on the boats."

She let out a shaky breath, rubbing her eyes.

Her intel relayed, she waited to hear back from Corporal Castro as she began firing on the boats. She didn't expect to actually hit anyone, but hopefully the threat of a stray shot would be enough to make them back down.

Corporal Castro perked up from his vigil of the shield-wielding Arms Master and looked in the direction Kaitlyn had gestured. His jaw worked in a motion that suggested he was grinding his teeth in frustration at the sight of the child soldiers outside the edge of the barrier... the all too distant edge. "Damn it," he hissed, glancing around at the lingering enemies within the radius of the barrier. They had mostly been picked off now (with strangely few corpses all of a sudden, living or weapon alike), but that just meant most of the enemy was outside the barrier instead... and only had precious few targets to focus on, bereft of other options.

"Damn it all!" he snapped again. "Hate relying on that shield to stay up, but we're not hitting shit from here!" He was clearly struggling to act. Every instinct as a soldier clearly told him that staying in the trenches as a safety measure was the ideal course of action. On the other hand... "Alright, men, we're making a leap of faith!" He gestured forward, his finger pointing at an overturned FMC M113 armored personal carrier, smoking over the top of one of the further forward trenches. "It's not much, but it's better than nothing! We're moving in!" He scrambled to the top of the trench, still crouching. "Stay low, and fall in! The brats outside need fire support, and dammit, we'll provide it!"

Kaitlyn was shook out of her reverie, jerking to attention with wide eyes.

They were leaving the shield?

"Y-yes sir!"

Falling in line, she supported her unit with cover fire then knelt just beside the end of the ruined vehicle, now paying much more attention to the shots being fired her way. She still concentrated her fire on the boats, though, but split her attention to take pot shots at soldiers targeting the child as well.

"Are we... Is the military really allowed to deploy children on the field, sir?"

Castro spared her a glance at the words, before stiffening, as if he suddenly comprehended them through the chaos. As the squad approached the overturned armored transport, he shot a look Katelyn's way, before focusing his expression back on the children they were moving to support. His expression darkened, before, growling lowly, "There are times and places for that discussion, Private Price... and there's men with far louder voices than me having the final say."

He sent a couple shots the way of the soldiers menacing the boy with the large sword. "And those times are neither here or now... no matter what anyone might wish otherwise." His shadowed gaze met Katelyn's briefly, as he ejected his rifle's spent clip and slid in new ammo. "Save those thoughts for later, and focus on living to have that discussion. I can't have my men distracted, and your ideals are no good to anyone if you're dead."

"R-right..."

Don't think. Just keep firing.

Fire and pray.


She ignored the burning at the edges of her eyes.
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Crouched behind a tank turret as she is, lightly suppressed from the beach as they are, most of the snipers can't get a clear shot on anything but the girl's head - their orders and their training have had them come to see this as a bad thing.
But from the right elevation, from the right angle, far enough out of the defending soldiers’ way...


When Hannie is hit, she feels, more than anything, the force of the shots. Two huge rounds burrow clean through one shoulder and the opposite upper arm, and her body fails to register these as wounds, as being painful. She does feel her balance suddenly shifting in the wrong direction. She notices when she tumbles off of the tank and is not able to catch herself on the fall to the ice.
She can't move her arms.
Seconds pass. She finds herself in a slightly different position, firmly grasping Kirvella. She must have dropped it.
A miscalculation.
There is a crackling, a crunching. Hannie tries again to lift herself up. No movement. The crackling continues, unnatural ice filling the wounds and carefully integrating with her body. The ground under the dagger begins to flow strangely as it approaches that energy point where typical physics become inapplicable. It has begun to hail in Kirvella’s area of effect.
Humbled, but not defeated, we rise.
The crackling settles. Hannie pushes herself off the ground and sits behind the tank, soft misty fog drifting from what had seconds earlier been crippling injuries. Autonomically, she lets out a hitching sigh.

No sense in leaving anything to chance. A nearby boat is ordered to fire the net. It comes as deep into the cold and suppressing fire as its crew can bear – with the assurance of a second chance keeping them steady – and launches its shot, before turning and leaving in a hurry.

Unhappy to be pinned down and satisfied enough with the damage she's caused, Hannie reels her mostly-renewed arm back and throws her dagger. By the time the net lands, she is already among the very front of the advancing friendly line and throwing again: a strange small figure blinking into being, once again in the line of fire, but this time going the right way to leave it.
Someday there will be nothing but ice left of you, child.
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'Thirtythree' Nil had started counting after the first few hours, there was a lot to do for the unprepared anti-air defenders, but it was very repetitive and that was fucking with Nil. 'Thirtyfour' the bomber slowly fell from the sky leaving a trail of flame in its descent, there were now many of these bombers flying over, they were larger and slower targets than jets so naturally Nil began targeting them. 'Thirtyfive' thirtyfive planes she counted so far and also the amount of chocolate bars she would eat back at HQ, at least if there were enough left, of if they would go back to HQ at all, if only Nil started counting earlier she could have eaten fifteen or maybe twenty more, well it was no use now, Nil wasn't going to change the rules of her little game while in the mid of it.

'Thirtysix' the anti-air corps had been tasked with an impossible task and everyone knew it, even if the city was equipped with a few more AA missile launchers and interceptor jets it would hardly make a difference, the chinese were starting to cover the city's sky and shower it with their bombs. 'Thirtyseven' the scenery wasn't pretty either, as would be expected most emplacements and large vehicles had already been destroyed by precision air-to-ground missiles, the soldiers had all scattered in the trenches and foxholes that littered the ground, hiding and shooting their MANPADS before going back to cover again. 'Thirtyeight' Nil was doing pretty much the same thing, just shooting more than a single projective each time, moreover she had her hair fully hidden under her coat with a hood and cap on top of it all, it was very uncomfortable but at least it covered her glow from jets and drones.

'Thirtynine' but at the end there was only one thing that every soldier stopped to look at, even if for just a second, the Wall of Light being bombarded from a distance, it was truly spectacular, huge explosions rumbling and cracking on an impenetrable barrier, a display of lights and distant noise that would be deafening for anyone close to the barrier, also a reminder that even with everything that had been thrown at them real hell was over there, not further away than a mile.

'Forty' it was time to take break, just a minute to look at the barrier while it was being bombed, there wouldn't be a scarcity of bombers anytime soon and if the battle kept going for so long, could she even eat that much chocolate?
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It's been a long 3-hour flight.

"Approaching Filipino airspace." The pilot at the head of the formation, Captain Tuan, broadcast to the remaining aircraft. The southern-most area of the South China Sea had mostly been under ASEAN control, so the flight to the Philippine mainland had been relatively uneventful and remarkably chatty. Doing nothing the entire 3 hour would perhaps drive people insane. But now that the message was broadcast, chatters cut off immediately. "Lotus Squadron to Manila. This is aircrafts of the VPAF, would you kindly allow us to land at your strip for some pork belly?"

A moment of silence lingered the captain's cockpit, before the request was answered. "This is Commander Darna, thank god you are finally here." The woman sounded a lot less amused. "You are welcome to land, but there's not any time for food. We will need you in the air as soon as possible."

"What's going on?" The captain asked.

"Lingayen is under heavy bombardment. It may be overrun any minute now." Her reply was grim.

Tuan briefly glanced down at his terminal. "I assume they needed a bail then?"

"Affirmative."

"We still have quite a bit of fuel left. We can head north immediately."

She was silent for another few seconds. "Permission granted. Second Lieutenant Noel Alonso is in charge. Contact on approach. Good luck and god bless you."

All 8 crafts heard the transmission, and proceeded, in perfect V-shaped formation, to turn North to head towards the battlefield.

"Second Lieutenant?" Spoke Senior Lieutenant Hoang Van Cuong, piloting the third aircraft on the left side of the formation. The emphasis on the ranking is because he technically outranked this guy. "Don't tell me this guy's in charge of the city's defense."

"How much are you guys willing to bet..." A voice echoed both in the comm channel and right behind him. The only foreign-blooded pilot of the squadron, and Cuong's co-pilot, Lieutenant Nikolay Phan. "That this guy is also a kid. Out of every junior officer possible"

"No way..." Another pilot replied. "Dinner's on me tonight if he even is one year below 18."

"Tch. That's not as good of a bet as you might think." Cuong replied, slightly amused. "As insane as it sounds."

"So you're on my side then, Cuong?" Nikolay replied.

"Whoa whoa, I never said I wanted in on your gambling spree." He retorted from in front. "My money's precious, ok?"

"Come on, it's food! And it's the Philippines. Better have a free meal while we're still here and alive to."

"Alright alright, settle down." The captain commanded. "We'll be in Lingayen in 10 minutes. Contacting the city."

<< Thank you @Letter Bee for contributing to this section >>

The plane contrails left an uneasy sight for unaware ground forces and volunteers below. Despite being told they were friendlies, they looked nothing like allied jets. In fact, they were Russian jets. Eight SU-30MK2 over the mountains, coated in azure paint with pink lotus emblems on their tails, flew in from the south. No Filipino fighters intercepting them, none flew with them either. They just waltz in like cars in an empty parking lot.

Noel, who were in the middle of fighting in the Wall of Light, heard a strange accent came over his comm.

"This is Captain Tuan of the VPAF's Lotus Squadron. Is this Second Lieutenant Alonso?"

Noel stopped firing his submachine gun to answer the radio, saying, "Lotus Squadron! You came at the right time! Enemy airpower is being focused on the municipality behind us, while we have reason to believe that an Arms Master is being used to aid their conventional assault from afar. If they burn down our fallback position," aka the municipality of Lingayen, "We'll have nowhere to go should the Wall of Light fall; would you guys mind culling the enemy bombers?"

"Understood." The captain replied curtly, hearing the gunshot in the background.

"Alright comrades, you hear that?" He said, switching frequency back to the pilot's. "Climb to nine thousand."

"I hear free dinner~" Nikolay excitedly spoke. No confirmation until they meet the guy, if ever, but if that voice was any indication, this boisterous co-pilot likely won the bet.

"I hear free dinner too!" The same pilot that made the bet also said. "Look at that."

It wasn't the bet he was referring to, however. Above the squadron, thirty, no, fourty aircrafts, flying in a rather...familiar formation. At least to the squadron. This was exactly what they were doing in Vietnam 11 months prior. Flying close and massing numbers. It did work pretty well here, since there were still no signs of the Philippine's air force yet, and electronic countermeasure could go some ways against ground anti-air. But oh are they in for a big surprise...

"Split up, we'll do a 'double attack'." Captain Tuan called over the radio. "Lotus 2, 3 and 7, follow me. We'll go first. Lotus 4, you're in command of the second group. Commence assault!"

"Roger!" The pilots replied.

Four aircraft immediately broke loose from formation, spread out and began to make rapid ascension towards the bombers. Some broke straight through the clouds right into missile range of the enemy formation. Chinese jets were caught by complete surprise and barely responded when the first SU-30 loosed 2 missiles into the Chinese bombers, sending the monster slowly tumbling to the ground in flames. The second one that followed shot down an escort jet that strayed too close to his line of shot. Both climbed above the Chinese formation only to dive back down with their cannons. The third one did not have a good angle so it subsequently missed their armaments. The fourth one approached from a much shallower angle, but allowed a missile to cleanly bag a bomber.

Meanwhile, the remaining 4 SU-30s lurked beneath the clouds below. The food tonight looked increasingly tasty.
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Location: Lingayen Beach, Municipality of Lingayen, Lingayen Gulf
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BGM: Bipolar Nightmare (NieR: Automata), remixed by FalKKonE still playing

The Meitners were both driving the battlefield in their own ways. Regil, the youngest, held his position behind everyone as much as he could muster, trying to protect himself and the Queen from the Chinese Army's attacks. After all, her aura was bringing the Noble Arms a chance of victory. As for Regina, her continuous and offensive carnage in the skies was proving itself to be effective, even if she was leading one rogue aerial unit against many of them. Despite the risk of being an easy target to hit stacked against her and her soldiers, they braved the incoming assault as much as they could ever muster.

However, they weren't invincible, only human beings at the end of the day. Whether they were wielding Noble Arms or not, it didn't change the fact that we aren't talking about superheroes. Sure, the Arms themselves managed to make a very powerful impact on their natural aptitudes, but it didn't make them invincible. And what's worse, the Chinese Army kept coming at them without any sign of stopping. More and more reinforcements came over the sea, and it wasn't exactly possible for them to keep firm control of the battlefield without taking account of the next waves coming at them. It was almost as if their efforts were all to naught. But even so, both siblings were determined to win this.

(I can't shake the feeling this is all just the beginning of the fight. We're not even close to diminishing their forces, even though we're standing up just fine. But my focus can't waver, not right now.) Regil thought.

(I'll keep shooting, and shooting, and shooting. It doesn't matter who comes in my way. I am Regina Meitner, Specialist of the England Military Army. I'm not letting these Chinese bastards get the best of me.) Regina thought.

The arrival of another aerial squad allied to them from the clouds gave them a chance to breathe, though. It was a close call, but the aircrafts were being bombarded from left, right, up, down, back, and front. If these were fireworks, it'd definitely be a show to behold. However, it wasn't a celebration, so the explosions weren't beautiful, but ugly.

"Good, reinforcements! Now we can do some damage to those aircrafts!" Regil spoke, happy. The Queen kept shooting its lasers at the aircrafts, exploding them.

Regina's unit followed through as she and her soldiers kept firing rockets and hitting some of the aircrafts. The sudden stupor caused by the arrival of the aerial reinforcements made it better for them to keep on the offensive since the enemy now had something else to worry about.

"Specialist, more aerial reinforcements! Shall we join them?" The pilot asked.

"Of course not. Now those bastards will have another thing coming. But I'm not stupid enough to go into a jet fight with a helicopter." Regina answered.

"So we're landing to help Lord Regil, who's down there on the field?" Another soldier quickly pointed.

"... Yes. I think I need to give instructions to him since he's not following my words." She said.

The pilot obeyed, descending the copter from the airfield and landing it directly towards Regil's position.

"H-Huh? Is that...?" He spoke.

All of her squad got down from the copter, already armed. They stood right in front of Regil as Regina came to meet him.

*BGM fades away*

"S-Sister?!" Regil questioned, surprised.

"I told you to brace yourself, not to be lenient on the enemy. You're a Meitner, act like one." Regina spoke, coldly.

"The enemy's aerial unit is close to invading the city. If I didn't stop them now, they would've-" Regil tried to argue.

"Leave the air to me, my squad and to this other unit that just arrived. Focus on the ground, stat." Regina ordered.

"B-But if I stop attacking the air, they will-" Regil, once again, tried to argue.

"Regil, I didn't ask for your intel. Do as I tell you." Regina gave her final word.

"H-Hold on!! Regina, let me finish-" He tried to speak, but she already ended the transmission.

BGM: Grandma -Destruction- (NieR: Automata), remixed by FalKKonE and Rena

"Specialist, we await your orders!" The pilot spoke.

"We're taking advantage of the moment, because we're going to engage the enemy in all directions from down here!" She ordered.

"Roger that, Specialist!!" The pilot responded.

"Launchers, keep bombarding those bastards down! Snipers, I'm rejoining you! Kill the falling stragglers, aim for their vitals! And if you get the opportunity, pierce the windows with our bullets and kill them directly from inside the plane!" Regina ordered.

"Affirmative, sir!!" The soldiers responded in unison.

Regina once again grabbed a rifle and joined the snipers. She shot the falling stragglers in their heads, neck, lungs or heart, whatever was quicker to hit. With her attack, it wasn't just gunpowder raining down, but bodies started to fall from the sky too, at a faster rate than before.

Regil watched with horror as he finally got a glimpse of his sister as she invaded the air. But it wasn't just because of her seemingly merciless slaughter, but the war itself was taking a scheme that he couldn't believe. Even though it was the enemy, the soldiers were also humans losing their lives. Even though it was either him or them, this was a scenario that he always avoided to think.

(... I-I can't falter now. Regina's orders were sound. I have to help the others down here too.) He thought, still shocked.

He shifted his attention to the ground and ordered the Queen to shoot her lasers at the tanks instead.
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Alain & Ari

His Sword and Her Shield. Together their shining lights serve as the proof of their bond and their strength.
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The Austrian man drove a bit closer toward his intended targets. He noted that he hadn't actually left the confines of Ari's wall yet, and decided that he needed to use that fact to his advantage. There was eight craft in all. Six of them looked like gunboats and the other two looked like landing craft, probably carrying a tank and light vehicles. Those two landing craft needed to be the priority, sinking them would prevent the Chinese from getting any extra vehicles on the ground in this region and significantly weaken their advance, at least on this side of the river anyway.

But those Gunboats would pose a problem. In any other scenario Alain would just have tackled the enemy head on. But he didn't have the luxury of such grandiose recklessness. Not in actual warfare like this, anyway. If he charged head on those Gunboats would open fire and obliterate him. So he needed to strike from a distance, preferably from behind Ari's Wall of Light so he could stay guarded from the Gunboats' inevitable retaliation.

"Hmm, there we are..." he muttered as he spotted a bridge that crossed the river. As luck would have it, the bridge was covered by the Wall of Light. Not all of it, but enough for Alain to position himself in a safe zone to strike from. Of course, getting there would be a bit tricky. There was at least a decent chance his bike would be spotted and fired upon by the lead Gunboat. But as long only that one boat fired, Alain was confident he could maneuver around the lines of fire. He just had to be quick about this. And so he hit the gas of the bike and took off in a mad dash toward the protected side of the bridge.

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It opened fire, just as he thought it would. Alain had to swerve between lanes in a serpentine manner to avoid fire and even utilize the wide blade of his Claimh Solais to occasionally block incoming shots. But in a daring maneuver, the Arms Master drifted sharply into turning onto the bridge. That through off their shooting for at least a moment. And luckily for him that moment was just enough for him to floor it and reach his destination. That was when he hit the brakes and stared at the distant ships in confidence as their fire now only met with the seemingly impenetrable Wall of Light.

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Alain held the blade of Claimh Solais close to his face and closed his eyes as if giving a small prayer, "On my life and upon this Sword... I swear to defeat them." he said aloud as the glowing light around his sword grew stronger, bigger, and more radiant. Then his eyes shot open with a fierce expression, "CLEANSING LIGHT!" he cried out with a deep baritone voice. He swung the blade forward, and in doing so a piercing blade beam shot forwards. It was an easy 30 meters wide in total, a little over half the length of any one of those incoming boats. And the beam was aimed for the lower hulls of one of the landing craft.

And after the first blade beam, Alain launched another. And another. Wide beam after wide beam from each swing of his mighty sword. The beams lancing toward the boats where they would hopefully slice deep into the hulls. His aim was simple. Cut holes and openings in the armored hulls, forcing the boats to take on water and hopefully sink. All the while he would remain safely guarded from their return fire behind his sister's shield. In some ways it was as if Ari - despite being a distance away - still very much had her brother's back. And moments like this, the old man had taught them, were the ones that proved just how strong the two were when their power was used together.
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Chapter One, Desperation in Lingayen, Part Four

Lingayen Beach, Municipality of Lingayen, Lingayen Gulf

As the People's Liberation Air Force (Technically the People's Liberation Army Air Force, but that was more of a mouthful) was routed by the valiant Vietnamese Lotus Squadron, their innovative tactics, and their jets, Nil's efforts would be aided, then rewarded, as the City of Lingayen was rendered safe for yet another day. As the tide turned, the platoon of soldiers menacing Nemo was mown down by fire from Captain Castro and Kaitlyn, their lives as 'Arms Master Wranglers' cut short in order to allow the child Arms Master more time to recover and either continue menacing his attackers.

Alain, meanwhile, was destroying the boats moving up Lingayen Bay with careful blasts, thus further keeping the city beyond the defenders' lines safe. A battalion of infantry with light machine guns and RPGs had followed him, and were supporting his efforts.

However, as the battle raged, then slowed down, the enemy themselves were vanishing. Corpse after corpse. Wreck after wreck. Troop after troop. Over the course of the past several minutes, the battlefield had drawn to a distinct quiet all across the gulf. It was a silence fit to wake the dead, as the Philippine Army found itself suddenly staring at beaches devoid of opposition.

Out on the water, Chinese transport ships bobbed without movement, their engines hot but movement idle. The sun beamed down with a heat uncharacteristic of dreary weather and more appropriate to the summer month that it was. The glare of the ocean blurred the horizon, the dark shapes of proper warships lying in wait to begin the dying bombardment once more.

There wasn't a cloud in the sky.

There had been before.

The sun grew brighter.

The second sun.

High in the sky, far larger and closer than it had any right to be, a second "sun" seemed to loiter, a searing heat able to be felt all across the gulf. The cloudy day had evaporated, the zone over the ocean hazy with heat waves.

The sun bulged.

A searing beam, a titanic ray of light that left spots in the vision of onlookers, lashed out like a whip towards the eastern shore of the gulf. It traced all across the strip of sand in a flash, a speed akin to someone standing at the epicenter of the sun and merely drawing their finger across their vision. A molten trench trailed in its wake, greenery igniting violently and the nearest buildings to the shore shaking and going up in bursts of flame.

The beam met Ari's shield with a shriek and chest rumbling roar. White-hot flames washed over the titanic barrier, turning blue with licks of orange as they expended their initial payload of force. The barrier seemed to glow brighter in response, straining against the tidal wave of destruction, but it held... for now.

Meanwhile, outside the dome, at the fiery beam's approach, a massive shadow had bled into existence around its edges. It was almost as if it had waited to act till the moment it had the blinding flash of the incoming attack to use as cover, but act it did nonetheless. Allies of the Philippines near to the light dome, close enough to reach the shoreline would find a crackling ebony ooze, swirling with green, to rush over their feet like a wave. A feeling like being on the edge of receiving the greatest static shock of one's life thrummed through their bones, raising goosebumps on skin and making hairs stand on end.

And with a sudden, chilling yank on the feet buried in the "liquid", they would find themselves plunging into the depths with a firmness quicksand could only envy. There was a brief sense of vertigo and falling, as those snatched were thrust through a whirling kaleidoscope of black and green... before being spat out again within the bounds of the light barrier.

Nemo, Hannie, Kaitlyn, and her Corporal's squad, and many others besides who had been in reach before the onslaught of destruction. All of them found themselves safe and sound... if potentially a bit sunburned.

All around, the shadow had somehow penetrated the barrier -perhaps by digging under it, considering its strangely fluid nature- and now ebbed with a hair-trigger tension around the feet of the defenders within.

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It has been a long-held principle of warfare that only a desperate or supremely confident army keeps no force in reserve. A reserve sacrifices immediate utility for flexibility that the rest of the army, pinned down in engagements, entirely lacks. Fresh and energetic from anticipation, it can engage to support a battle at its critical point in the moment that that point proves critical, striking an exposed flank or a buckling formation or reinforcing such a weakness in one’s own formation to turn the tide.

Thus, possibly the most crucial aspect of a reserve’s capability is their power to strike at a time and place of their choosing. For such a reason, cavalry and elite medium infantry have often performed this role throughout history. Of course, these are limited in scope; a truly ideal reserve would be unseen by the enemy and so unable to have their responses predicted, while retaining all of the striking power and flexibility of target that more conventional forces are capable of.

Caroline Lidmann fell into her position in a crouch. The warp from her prior location was smooth and practised, dropping her inside a bush on one of the hills to the West of the town of Labrador. After hearing a similar soft thud behind her, she centred herself and lifted her gaze to watch the attack through Charter. Yeah, ‘less they’ve found some way to replicate or project Arm powers, they’re definitely here… Come on, come on! She scanned across the bow, then the bridge of one of the Chinese transport vessels but there was no sign, not yet; nor had she felt the familiar tug of Charter pointing her towards a vital target. All the while, her other senses reached out to her surroundings, a habit she’d picked up after one too many times being outflanked while in this precise state in training – she not only heard but felt the blasts, echoing off the hillside and transmitted through the ground.

Her spare eye flicked sideways for a moment. Her teammate – one ‘Nil’, who she’d only met shortly after teleporting into Lingayen and apparently spoke too little English or Filipino to communicate with beyond very basic small talk and battlefield orders – seemed remarkably calm, almost absurdly so given the context. Callie had seen pre-battle jitters in almost everyone she’d trained alongside – they were nothing to shrug off – but this girl was just sitting there, still and silent… Worse in this moment, her Arm glowed, something not entirely conducive to stealth. Hopefully nothing to worry about, and what she’d heard about it would work extremely well in combination with Charter, but it did put her on edge ever so slightly.

She shook her head, then returned to surveying the area. Those aircraft are tearing into the city… Response seems capable, though. Back to the ships… Still nothing.

Wait, what’s –


The heavens unfurled, and from them speared a beam of brightest light.

Callie acted before conscious thought, not quite screaming into her radio: “Hostile code Glint confirmed, sir – engage?”

She needed to be fast. She’d trained for that.

“Permission gran-”

Let’s see how much you like those ships.

“Okay, we’re doing this!” Callie pointed Charter down to the bay; in an instant, her focus zoned in on one of the warships, isolating. Deck gun fore; VLS fore; VLS aft. The next: Same again. The next: Deck gun fore; ASM mid; SAM mid. Then the next, then the next – for each, distance and angles gauged, instinct granted by years of wielding her Arm; all the while, her other eye squinted against the light of the beam.

Alright. Now.

Energy projected; space warped. Callie felt the familiar pulse sapping her, only barely – she didn’t need a large portal here. Instead, high above the battlefield, a forty centimetre-diameter circle of space right in the path of the beam was suddenly next to one of the Chinese ships on the edge of their formation, as Callie joined near a league in half a tenth of a second. Light lanced out from it, aimed to burn through multiple ships’ armour, the geometry aligning the strike with as close as possible to where she thought each of their magazines were.

Then, as the beam left her first portal behind, she made another.

Then another.

A word back to Nil: “Once the beam stops, I’m opening a shot for you – as many as you’re able to bombard them with.” Awareness open to await that moment.

And even as her mind and perception worked furiously, a third of her attention still trying to catch sight of the enemy Arms Masters aboard one of the vessels… Hope that learns you your lesson from… What’s that green –

Right. Good thing we have one on our side…


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The jets flying on top were starting to vanish, Fortythree looking up in the sky Nil noticed how increasingly rarer easy low flying targets were becoming.
Meanwhile high flying bombers were not only much more difficult to hit but they were also falling down one at a time, it seems someone or something is hunting them.

Bringing her gaze down to ground level Nil saw a blonde girl with a spyglass, they had been introduced briefly before, her name was Callie though weirdly her military rank wasn't said.

"Officer" Nil said hurrying after Callie, she had been told to stop AA duty and follow Callie if they met during the battle, Nil followed her into a small portal that was just made.

They were now in a forested area, a stark contrast to the muddy trenches they were in just a minute ago, the view here was ideal to observe the ongoing battle but they were also seemingly too far away to help directly.
Somehow the sky was also clear of clouds now.

That's when it happened, a tremendous blast followed by a howling shriek akin to something trying to break the earth itself, the ray of light was crashing on the barrier of light in a bright and terrible show.
Somehow the barrier was holding out, even if just barely like Nil's brain trying to recover from what it was witnessing.

Then she was called upon, it was Callie's orders.

"Forstået" Nil uttered while conjuring Stang and a couple of copies, ensuring they were covered by foliage while waiting for the right moment.

Meanwhile she started thinking about the extremely small group she just became a part of, who else was in this reserve group? It must be someone powerful, almost surely an arms master, if anyone else is even part of this group.
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Henri Janssens didn't fully understand, why he was sent to the Philippines. Laelaps-unit was supposed to be a European unit. It would have been more sense if Henri was sent to Ukraine, or maybe deal with domestic troubles. Global Mafia and the sort.

But he wasn't one to question orders. A soldier obeys. Not to mention that as he listened to the conversations around him, the full picture began to form.

This was no simple military crisis. Combined with the situation in Ukraine, it was effectively World War III. No one had said anything officially, but with two powerful countries, both of which had seemingly good ties, attacking their neighbors, what else could it be but another world war?

In other words, Henri was here as a show of solidarity.

Those thoughts had to pass soon, however, because the invasion was already under way, when Henri arrived. The first moments were intense, but nothing much that Henri and others couldn't handle. There hadn't even been much need for Leonidas.

It was probably likely that Henri wouldn't be in the front lines in the near future. There was another shielder among the Arms Masters, and the command didn't want Henri accidentally negating his defense. Instead, he would be in the city proper, protecting the civilians still in Lingayen.

It was soon proven a wise choice, as what could be best described as a second sun appeared in the sky. A Noble Arm attack if there ever was one.

"Fighting in Shade!" Henri shouted out of trained reflex. Luckily it seemed that it wasn't a very long lasting attack.

"That was too close" Thought Henri to himself as the strike passed. Those within his radius would be fine, but he needed to check if anyone else needed help. The ground zero was in the beach itself, but who knows what else it could have destroyed...
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The moments - minutes - hours? The time from when Hannie first let Kirvella free to the time she collapses onto her hands and knees, breathless and disoriented, is entirely blank. She remembers dispelling her Arm on purpose. She remembers... pain, death, the cold.
It's still so cold.
She let it control her.
Hopefully... hopefully she didn't do anything.

She's on asphalt. She's not on the beach anymore. She looks up, scans her environment. This is the city. Which way is the beach? Does she have to go back?
The question lingers in her mind. She ought to challenge it. She isn't.
Hannie rises to her feet, lost in the evacuated city of Lingayen. The wind touches her shoulders oddly. She looks.
That's... ice. And those are... holes... all the way through.
It's time to leave. It's time for Hannie to get out. She doesn't know where she's going, but she starts moving fast. She doesn't know these streets at all and can barely see where she's going, between the corners, the ducking away from overhead planes, and the simple confused fear.

It isn't long before things are taken back out of her hands, though. In an instant, everything is black and green and falling and charged.

She's back at the beach again. It's quiet - for half a second - and then it's roaring. Blindingly bright everywhere she looks but down, and down there's that dark stuff - that weird woman's bubbling dark thing under her feet - what's happening?
She can't-
She can't...
She can't.
Hannie can't understand what's happening. She can't do anything to help. She can't escape. She can't go home. It's so loud. It's so hot and so cold.
She can barely hear the wheezing sob that escapes her. She tries to step out of the dark puddle but it follows her. She tries to look around and recognize anyone but they're all just dark silhouettes against the white and the screaming roaring.
She can't.
Hannie's knees give out on their own. She was going to sit down anyway. She falls on her side in this weird terrible bubbling stuff and squeezes her eyes shut and covers her ears and fails to try not to cry.
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