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W.O. "Mikey" Rangel

Refugee Camp, North of Manila - 12/3/2022, 10:53, UTC+8


Mikey stuck her tongue out at Griff, but had to fight not to smile as she did it. If Griff had just been the other normal person on the task force (well, for given values of normal), she thought they probably would have ended up gravitating towards each other on that basis alone. She hadn't looked forward to being the only unblooded person on a task force that she had been told was one of the most active in the whole war; finding out that wasn't the case had been a relief. It was just lucky that he'd ended up being genuinely likable as well.

Her head jerked up at the announcement, expression suddenly serious. The South Koreans and the Japanese had held the strait, just as the Director had predicted. She didn't really know enough about the navies involved--or naval warfare in general--to know if that was impressive, but she decided to assume that it was. (She didn't know if it was better to phrase it as assuming the best or the worst, but. Y'know. Whichever.)

That sober thought kept her from cheering quite as energetically as she might have, otherwise. Instead, her gaze drifted over to Griff (himself looking serious, in what looked to her like the same funk she had seen him in before) across the gathered crowd (temporarily pacified, and she was just now realizing how tense things had been just a minute or two before, making her more than a bit anxious) then finally over to the other contingent present from the task force.

The scariest teenager I've ever met, she thought, and the Real-Deal No Shit Crown Prince of Japan.

She reminded herself that wasn't a fair judgment, in Cristina's case. Not that the other woman wasn't a teenager--just that Mikey had only left that particular category recently herself. (Somehow, that thought didn't help.) The scary part was definitely right, though.

The prince was even younger, and seemed correspondingly older for his age. That was how it worked for princes in fantasy novels, but she had thought it didn't work that way in real life. Not that she minded this alternative. Really, her biggest problem with him was that she had no idea how to act around him--royalty being completely outside of any context she had.

Mikey suddenly realized she had been staring at them just a tad too long. She caught herself, threw on a smile (which might or might not be visible at that distance) and gave an awkward wave before turning back to her pile of supplies.
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La Trinidad de Manila Academy - 12/1/2022, 5:20, UTC+8

Eat, then the best thing is to go sleep for a while… can’t sleep, having such a broken sleep cycle definitely had its issues. Well then, ”Go take mo food.”

And so Nil went to the cafeteria, again.

Going back to her favourite place, she doesn't just want to eat though, the cafeteria is also a place where to commonly find other people, perfect place for both eating and people-watching. Look around, and there’s some people she already knew, maybe it shouldn’t be such a surprise but it was welcome nonetheless.

Nil took a drink, something sparkly and sugary, before approaching, might take more later.

“We’ve barely talked since Lingayen. What brings a Belgian with a Greek NA from an EU spec ops unit to the other side of the world?” she asked – followed by practically inhaling the mouthful and shivering with pleasure, then going for another. “Mmmph… God, that’s good. Anyway – spill.”
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Spill, it went through Nil’s mind for a couple seconds, then decided to just do it, as if it was a command and splashed her drink on Callie’s bowl, although getting some on Callie herself too.

With her other hand Nil waved casually. ”Spill.”

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Callie had seen a lot in the hours before her return to Task Force Obsidian in Phnom Penh. Heard a lot. Faced down a lot.

She’d always trusted her gut, especially when it came to Charter – well, she had since she first summoned Charter, anyway. She’d had to rely on it a lot as she portalled across the city. And relying on it quite so much seemed to have… Enhanced something of it.

And so, when Callie suddenly became viscerally aware that she, and she alone, was about to be splashed with a liquid that she would very much prefer not to be splashed with, she did not question it. Instead, she suppressed her urge to stiffen or to make any movements out of the ordinary at all. And then waited.

Waited.

Before pushing back and out of her chair, leaping up and falling into a ready stance just soon enough to avoid…

The still-fizzing pop that Nil had just thrown onto her food.

Callie sagged. “God, Nil, please don’t scare a girl like that. I’m tired as is.” She plastered the half-smile onto her face again, then reached over to ruffle her hair. “Old gang’s all here, though. That’s nice. You getting on okay?”

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Intermission Four - Darkest Hour

Refugee Camp North of Manila - 12/3/2022, 10:54, UTC+8 (Three Days Later)

"I guess the Imperial Court can be a pit of snakes." she spoke as she appears behind the prince for like the tenth time since they started handing food. She is about to leave to stop the brewing fight when she heard the broadcast, turning what was meant to be terrible occasion into something a little more hopeful.


"The intrigues were low-key until an Arms Master offered to make our mother more fertile so that the Imperial Family can have more legitimate children," Crown Prince Shinyahito answered Cristina as he handed out more bowls of soup to the line of refugees. "That was how my sister and I were born, but even then, things only grew really dark when she manifested her Noble Arm after a kidnapping attempt by a random terrorist group trying to make a name for themselves. That gave her actual power, and things got worse, not better, when I received my Noble Arm too; that and our different views on succession put us on a collision course."

He frowned before saying, "This camp needs more tents. Hopefully, there are a few left in storage; our supplies of them have been interrupted by enemy attacks."

One of the MPs guarding the camp, a woman, then ran up to them, saying in Filipino, then in broken Japanese, "We've received a new shipment, but we don't know where it's from; the boxes are unmarked. It could be booby-trapped or even a WMD..."

The Crown Prince's eyes glinted before he said, "I'm on it. Mr. Griffin, Ms. Rangel, can you two mind the soup kitchen and watch out for trouble while I go? I have a bad feeling about what's coming..."

He then told Cristina, "My Noble Arm has the power to analyze what it touches; some sort of psychometry. But I'll need someone to watch my back while I do so; want to walk with me to the storage tent? I'll be going there anyway..."

Assuming that Cristina went with him, Crown Prince Shinyahito went off to the large storage tent at the back, half-expecting it to be almost empty except for junk and a few bits of scrap metal and plywood.

It wasn't. Instead, row upon row of plastic boxes filled the space; some of them had been opened against regulations, revealing several compressed prefabricated tents made of weather-resistant plastic, plus solar panels, batteries, and lights, along with portable toilets and recycling equipment. There was even a collapsible hospital building made of high-grade polymers with carbon-fibre support beams. Hope warring with suspicion inside him, Crown Prince Shinyahito conjured up his spear and touched each box with the Noble Arm, trying to reach the memories of whoever made and touched this.

His eyes opened in response as he spoke, "It's from the Director; he also included a message for me to relay to you - A chance to save... her is coming."




It happened in an instant. The moment Crown Prince Shinyahito and Cristina were gone, several of the 'refugees' drew knives and pipe pistols and leapt upon Mikey and Archer, stabbing and shooting, hoping to take the volunteers by surprise. At the same time, several explosions were heard in the outskirts, as cries of, "For Lubao, for the Corriente Family, for the Continuation Government of the Philippines!" were heard all over the camp, some from infiltrators who were going around swinging machetes and shooting at civilian and military folk alike, others from masked gunmen who were attacking the camp guards.

If Mikey and Archer survived, or if someone was there to help them out of the sudden ambush, they'd see a portal opening, and a silver-haired woman with two swords would asually saunter out from it, saying, "Where is the sister who abandoned me?! Tell her that I've come for her!"


Originally Selveria Bles from Valkyria Chronicles, now Basilia Bernardino of the Downward Descent.


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"Mr. Griffin, Ms. Rangel, can you two mind the soup kitchen and watch out for trouble while I go? I have a bad feeling about what's coming..."

When Mikey thought about the whole thing later, that last line from the prince stood out with perfect clarity. It was an interaction right out a fantasy novel, and in other circumstances she would have struggled to take him seriously. Right now, though... maybe it was the MP's suspicion of sabotage, or the memory of how close the crowd had been to violence mere minutes before, but her face went serious; she even gave Shinyahito a respectable-for-her salute in response.

And the worst part was, that cryptic prediction from a literal prince probably saved her life. Alert as she was, Mikey spotted one of the approaching attackers drawing his weapon from a deep pocket in enough time to react. She didn't immediately recognize the object for what it was, but something in her brain said "weapon". "Stop!" She held her left hand out facing the approaching man; Angel Duster shimmered into existence in her right hand, its muzzle pointed at the ground.

The sound of the shot was almost simultaneous with her shout. The bullet went wide--pipe guns were inaccurate under the best conditions, and she had startled one of the other would-be assassins into firing before he could draw a bead--but it still felt like all the blood had drained from her body. Oh god, it's happening. Some part of her--even as she had listened to the Director's briefings, cleaned and calibrated her weapons, gone over the naval safety packet for god's sake--really hadn't believed it would happen. Even now, a small voice was trying to deny it--It wasn't supposed to be today! The mission wasn't for another four days!

Even as that part of her mind quailed, her body swung her Noble Arm up to a two-handed grip. The man Mikey had spotted was raising his weapon as well, and another line of thought, far from the action, connected the gunshot to the device in his hands.

They drew on each other. If they had been using identical weapons, Mikey probably would have beaten him anyway; she really was very good, for her age and level of experience. In reality, his weapon was a clumsy, improvised thing; hers, for all that it lacked the power of a modern military rifle, might as well have been an extension of her arm.

Mikey shot him down before the iron sights even made it to her eye. One, two. The first took him just below the sternum, the second just above that and to her right as the recoil forced the barrel to track upwards. She didn't stop to look at her handiwork; her drills back at the Proving Grounds had taught her to take only the time she needed to see her target go down before moving on to the next--a woman holding a large knife out ahead of her, charging. Bang, bang, down. A third--bang, bang, down.

But they were still coming, just about within the range where their makeshift pistols and knives would be most effective and her own weapon would be effectively useless. She swung the barrel just to the side and fired again, and this time as the crack of the shot rang out, Mikey vanished...

...only to reappear behind the attackers, half-falling against one of the refugees. She grabbed his shirt for balance, and he was too scared--by the sudden onslaught, by the American who had suddenly appeared next to him, or by his general situation--to object. Mikey quickly regained her balance, shouting back over at the tent. "Griff, watch out!" Probably unnecessary--if the gunshots hadn't alerted him, the shouting had, but she wasn't a model of clear thought at the moment. Could Griff even handle himself? She hadn't ever found out what his Noble Arm could do. Her little firing range demonstration had just accounted for half of their attackers, but that might be three too many for him...

That thought was cut short as Mikey's attention was quickly drawn by the portal, and then by the silver-haired woman who emerged from it.

She's an Arms Master. The realization was as immediate as it was terrifying. Mikey knew that, as far as powers went, hers was both nowhere near the scariest, and what strengths she did have weren't suited for anti-NA combat. And yet the common wisdom was that, on the battlefield, the best counter to an Arms Master was another Arms Master. Unless the prince and Cristina returned, and soon, this was on her and Griff.

She wanted to throw up. She wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. She wanted to scream and throw Angel Duster as far as it would go.

Instead of doing any of those things, she shouted at Archer again. "Finding a vantage point!" She didn't wait to see if he heard her before she swung her rifle up and fired at a piece of scrap sitting atop a nearby building. Again she vanished, reappearing on the roof and slumping down, both to get out of the line of sight and from sheer nerves. She really wanted to keep going and just lay down, but she took herself by the metaphorical shoulders and gave herself a mental shake. Running away was not an option. That being the case, she had to deal with the situation. And as much as she was not the person for this job, it was not an situation her training had overlooked.

Mikey fumbled with Angel Duster and ejected a bullet from its magazine, just as she had done in the gym with the sodas. What appeared instead of cola was one of the gun cases she had been toting. She unclipped it (with fingers she was genuinely surprised weren't shaking) revealing a Benelli M4 shotgun. Its barrel was shorter than standard, and it sported a pistol grip. Angel Duster vanished as she dropped it, and she began hurriedly donning both the weapon's sling and the bandoleer of shells stored in the case.

Her hands had already learned how to do this in training, so her mind was free to spend that time wondering if today was not just the first time she killed someone, but also her first time she leaving a friend to die.
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The Prince's departure was like the spark to a powder keg. The uneasy stillness of the refugee tent site shattered in an instant, giving way to shouts, panicked cries, and the unmistakable cracks of gunfire. Griff barely had time to register what was happening before Mikey had pulled her rifle and fired. The sound rang in his ears, sharp and precise. And then she was gone.

One second she was next to him, and the next, she had vanished. "Griff, watch out!" Her voice carried back to him, urgent and distant.

Griff's head snapped toward the shout, but his gaze was immediately drawn to the attackers barreling toward him. Knives gleamed in the low light, their makeshift guns coughing out rounds sporadically. His instincts screamed at him to move, and he obeyed, diving toward a pallet stacked high with rice bags. The impact jarred his shoulder, dislodging one of the heavy bags that sagged slightly against him. He pressed his back to the stack, gasping for breath, his heart pounding relentlessly in his chest.

His mind raced, unable to keep up with the chaos unfolding around him. Mikey’s Noble Arm had shown its worth in mere seconds, not just as a weapon but as something versatile, almost otherworldly in its efficiency. Griff’s eyes dropped to his own arms, his breath hitching slightly at the sight of the bracers fused to his forearms. They sat there, dull and lifeless, offering no comfort, no power—just dead weight. He clenched his fists tightly, frustration mixing with fear. If his bracers weren’t going to do anything, then he’d have to do it himself.

"Finding a vantage point!"

Gritting his teeth, Griff steeled himself and surged to his feet. The attackers were closing in, and he knew he needed to stop them before they could take aim. Charging forward, he closed the distance to the nearest man, his movements sharp and deliberate. A knife came slashing toward his ribs, and Griff’s body reacted on instinct. His arm shot up, the blade skidding harmlessly against the bracer with a sharp clang. He barely registered the sound before driving his fist hard into the attacker’s ribs. The man staggered back with a pained gasp, dropping to his knees, leaving Griff enough time to press on.

Griff barely had time to catch his breath before a gunshot cracked through the air. His body twisted sharply to the side, the bullet whizzing past him so close he could feel the rush of air against his cheek. His heart thundered in his chest, the realization of how narrowly he’d avoided death hitting him hard. He didn’t stop to think about how he’d moved so quickly—adrenaline, he told himself. It had to be adrenaline.

The gunman raised his weapon again, but Griff was already moving. He surged forward, closing the distance in a blur of motion. The gun fired once more, the bullet striking his bracer with a sharp metallic clang and ricocheting harmlessly to the side. The sound startled him, but he didn’t falter. His shoulder slammed into the gunman’s chest, driving him to the ground with a force that left the attacker stunned. The weapon clattered free, and Griff followed through, pinning the man down with swift, practiced movements.

Before Griff could recover, the glint of a knife caught his eye. An attacker lunged at him, the blade flashing in the dim light. Griff turned, but not quickly enough to avoid the knife entirely. Pain flared along his side as the blade glanced off him, slicing through his shirt and grazing his skin. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed the attacker’s wrist. With a sharp twist, he disarmed the man and drove his knee into his stomach, doubling him over. Griff finished with a decisive strike to the back of the attacker’s head, sending him crumpling to the ground.

Griff staggered back, pressing a hand to his side where the knife had caught him. His breaths came fast and heavy, the sting of the wound a sharp reminder of how close he’d come. For a fleeting moment, he thought about the way his body had moved—the speed of it, the sharpness of his reactions. It felt... different, like he was a step ahead of himself. Adrenaline, he told himself again, though the thought sat uneasily in his mind. He couldn’t afford to think about it now.

Scanning the chaos around him, Griff’s gaze darted over the sea of movement—refugees fleeing, attackers pressing forward—searching for any sign of Mikey. “Mikey!” he called out, his voice raw but forceful as his eyes scoured the camp. She had vanished across the field earlier, her voice echoing back to him. He needed to find her.

Griff’s chest heaved as he stood amidst the chaos, his fists clenched tightly, the sting along his side a sharp reminder of the fight he’d just survived. The attackers lay scattered around him—some groaning, others still. The camp was still in turmoil, the cries of fleeing refugees and the distant sound of sporadic gunfire filling the night air. But for the moment, Griff stood alone, a brief lull wrapping around him like a vacuum.

It was then, as he raised his head, that he saw her.

She was already there, standing as if she had been cut from the chaos itself. Silver hair cascaded past her shoulders, catching faint glints of light, and in her hands were two gleaming swords. She stood with an otherworldly stillness, her presence commanding yet unnervingly quiet. Around her, the air rippled faintly, and Griff’s eyes were drawn to the space behind her—a swirling portal, its edges flickering like a barely contained storm. He hadn’t noticed it before. Had it been there all along? Had she?

Something deep inside him stirred, a primal instinct he couldn’t explain. He didn’t know who she was, but there was no doubt in his mind—she was a Noble Arm user. It wasn’t the swords or the portal that convinced him, though both were strikingly unnatural. It was something else, something he couldn’t put into words, as if his own Noble Arm could sense hers.

Griff’s breath caught for a moment as he stared at her, unsure of what to do next. His fists loosened slightly, the cold weight of his bracers grounding him in the moment. The battle may have been over for now, but something about her told him it wasn’t finished yet. Not by a long shot.
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La Trinidad de Manila Academy - 12/1/2022, 5:20, UTC+8

Callie sagged. “God, Nil, please don’t scare a girl like that. I’m tired as is.” She plastered the half-smile onto her face again, then reached over to ruffle her hair. “Old gang’s all here, though. That’s nice. You getting on okay?”
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As Callie dodged the splash last second, Nil just stood there, a little shocked by the sudden movement, but perhaps she shouldn’t be.

The Old gang probably meaning the ones from Lingayen, although missing Sophist… he didn’t end up well.

”Yes.”
Her response came pretty bluntly and without a hint of a follow up, though for those who know Nil it would be clear it’s not because of lack of interest, rather her train of thought ended there.
At least until someone says something to keep the conversation going.




Refugee Camp North of Manila - 12/3/2022, 10:55, UTC+8 (Three Days Later)

Pick up box, put down box, pick up box, put down box. Carrying the necessary stuff to keep the kitchen running was mind-numbing but somehow satisfying for Nil, maybe because it was a simple task fit for an Arm Master’s innate regeneration, no need to worry about getting a dislocated shoulder or aching back for too long.

For some reason Nil thought each box would be a candy for herself back at the Academy, a reason to keep doing such a menial job even if nobody told her that. This however also made her annoyed that now they weren’t moving boxes.
No one knew where they were from or whether they were even safe to handle, so they were just parked there waiting and Nil sat next to them with her legs crossed… after opening a few of them out of curiosity.

After a few minutes that felt like an hour ’Shinya’ showed up, with a less than princely outfit stained from cooking soup.

His eyes opened in response as he spoke, "It's from the Director; he also included a message for me to relay to you - A chance to save... her is coming."
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Right, so they were good to be carried somewhere else, Nil stood up ready to keep doing her job, until they could hear gunshots from outside.

The sudden blazing of guns was NOT fun for Nil, as she at first covered her ears, quickly grabbing her muffs nearby and putting them on. Next moment she was looking at Shinya, who, while not her commander, was still a Prince and may know what is going on.

Noticing Shinya had already summoned his Noble Arm from checking the boxes, Nil did the same and summoned Stang.
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"I hope you and your sister won't need to cross blades due to this, it is the worst feeling." Cristina answered to the prince as she watched the running guard going towards them. She wasn't sure why she said that, knowing that her situation and the prince is entirely different.

Regardless she followed the prince to the tent and put up her guard, she needs to compensate for Nil's lack of one after all.

She raised her eyes at the 'gift' they received, it is right to be suspicious and vigilant.

She waited with bated breath for any signs of deceit or a trap only to get a message from the prince.

A chance to save her...

She didn't get anytime to think harder at those words as she heard gunshots, it wasn't directed to them but she knew where it is coming from.

"The Refugee camp!" she yelled to the prince and Nil as she grabbed them. "Hold still."

Prince Shinyahito and Nil will find themselves blinking from place to place as Cristina uses her Noble Arm to continuous blink around. She cannot make her way in one blink but a series would be enough for her to reach the destination.

When she arrived the battle is on a temporary halt and her eyes meets her sister's.

"I guess it's finally time, I've been waiting for long for this moment." she spoke as drew her Sinagtala before her.

Then she disappeared along with the silver haired woman.

Basilia would find herself in an endless expanse of space where there is nothing.

Nothing aside from her little sister.

"We don't need to do this." she pleaded to her sister even though she knew it would fall under the deaf ears.

She knew she would have to fight her who was once and is the biggest person in her world and that it might be the only way they could interact...

This is the worst feeling.
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Intermission Four - Darkest Hour

La Trinidad de Manila Academy - 12/1/2022, 8:24, UTC+8


Far Eastern University In Real Life; the location and structures are used for La Trinidad de Manila in this timeline for convinience


As Henri, Nil, and Callie talked, Myron Makraig continued to worry about Noel, not helped by the fact that Tonka and Oskar had just suddenly vanished. This was bad; he was on the verge of calling up old terrorist contacts in order to break out the First Lieutenant who had believed in him when no one else would. But that meant putting himself in their debt, which can harm his friends later on - Friends who would not forgive him for the measures he took.

This time, he cannot blame them if they abandoned him; only himself. But what else can he do? Let the First Lieutenant - A mere 18 year old - suffer underneath a depraved avatar who took joy in torture? Noel Alonso deserved better; he cannot just let him spend another day in that deep dungeon like so many others have already.

"I can save him, if you'd accept a freebie," a voice suddenly said from behind him. It was a tall, beardless, blond man wearing a tank top, trousers, and work boots that showed off his lean, toned arms; Myron recognized him as Diligence. "In exchange, well... I notice Nico Makri is indisposed, right? Pass him a 'get well soon' card for me, and tell him I haven't given up on his' becoming the real Humilitas."

It was all Myron can do not to scowl at him...

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Refugee Camp North of Manila - 12/3/2022, 11:00, UTC+8 (Three Days Later)

The Philippine Government of National Salvation's forces were spread thin and were not well-equipped for the sudden strike by the Corriente Family's private army. This was the second time Crown Prince Shinyahito was caught unawares by various political clans' intrigues against each other and the PGNS.

But as Cristina took her sister away into her Imaginary Space for a 'private settlement' of their issues, the boy can think clearer now about how to save the camp from this assault without excess collateral damage.

"Nil!" his tone hardened into one of command, "Stay with me! Do not fire unless we are attacked; do you get me?! If you fire at random, we'll end up harming innocent people! So don't fire until I give the say-so!"

Then he turned towards Mikey and Archer, saying, "You two! Arms Masters can use ordinary guns too, so go find some and fire!"

And as if to set an example, the Crown Prince drew a Beretta Nano he had concealed in his jacket and fired at two of the machete-wielding infiltrators who were chasing a mother and child. One was brought down, the other remained. As he saw that Nil had a clear shot, he told her, "Okay, you can fire at him and only him until he is hit, got it?"

From her new vantage point, Mikey could see that the battle outside was not going as well as it should; the Corriente Family's thugs had put machine guns and armor plates onto four Toyota Pickup Trucks that had broken through the camp fence and offloading squads of well-armed militia, while motorcycle-riding gunmen - sixteen of them on Chinese-made vehicles, rode around shooting at anything and everything. Philippine Government of National Salvation forces were rallying, with Military Police and Regular Army and Police units organizing themselves into a cordon around the camp while others swept the area for infiltrators.

What can she do right now?

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Refugee Camp North of Manila - 12/3/2022, 11:00, UTC+8 (Three Days Later)

Cristina’s blinking demolished whatever semblance of a plan Nil had in her head, after surviving the previous missions she had been taught: Don’t remove your earmuffs. Don’t get distracted. Don’t get near the enemy, stay in the back.

Headgear is on.
Ready to shoot.
Aaand we’re right next to the enemy now.

Two out of three is still good, right?

”Nil!" his tone hardened into one of command, "Stay with me! Do not fire unless we are attacked; do you get me?! If you fire at random, we'll end up harming innocent people! So don't fire until I give the say-so!"
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The Prince’s commands were stern and confident, but most importantly they were reasonable, the thought of danger for nearby civilians hadn’t passed through the girl’s mind, some days Collateral Damage is her middle name. Nil was already looking for one of the nearby assailants, would have been an easy hit and so would have been the building behind him, with someone on the roof that ended up being Mikey… how did she end up there? It’s reminiscent of Callie’s portals.

Still, order is to wait, don’t cause collaterals, which are literally everywhere aside from the sky… and no safe way to retreat and get distance, not that bombarding the area would help with the ‘don’t harm innocent people’ part.

So Nil dispelled most of her staves, leaving only 2, then looked for some cover, the best one being right behind Archer, he was tall and had some armor on his hands, probably his Noble Arm, an ideal shield to hide behind.

As he saw that Nil had a clear shot, he told her, "Okay, you can fire at him and only him until he is hit, got it?"
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”Klart.” She had been eyeing that particular opening that eventually leads straight to the sea, there was some building in the distance but if the stave was thrown with enough power it could go over it, Stang was sure of it and Nil wasn’t even close to questioning her Noble Arm’s calculations.

A moment after Shinya was done, a stave launched straight for the would-be slasher villain, rendering his entire upper body into a bloody mist almost instantaneously, leaving only his lower body slumping on the floor. (that poor child might never recover)

Anyone near the trajectory would definitely feel the air pressure from an only somewhat aerodynamic rod breaking the air barrier twice and splashing into the distant sea. Nil was glad to have her muffs on and slightly adjusted them as she cowered behind Archer once again.

”That one candy, ja?”
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From her new vantage point, Mikey could see that the battle outside was not going as well as it should; the Corriente Family's thugs had put machine guns and armor plates onto four Toyota Pickup Trucks that had broken through the camp fence and offloading squads of well-armed militia, while motorcycle-riding gunmen - sixteen of them on Chinese-made vehicles, rode around shooting at anything and everything. Philippine Government of National Salvation forces were rallying, with Military Police and Regular Army and Police units organizing themselves into a cordon around the camp while others swept the area for infiltrators.

What can she do right now?


As the prince ran up to him, a feather-light impact hit Griff's chest, and a handheld radio clattered to the ground. It immediately buzzed to life; Mikey's voice came through, crackly and distant, but the strain in her voice could still be heard through the tinny speaker.

-kzzt- "Griff! Griff, are you ok?!" A pause for breath, and her tone became more professional, though her voice still wavered. -kzzt- "Um, sorry, sir--uh, I mean, your highness? Warrant Officer Rangel here. I have overwatch, on the building to your... southwest." Another pause. -kzzt- "Christ alive, there's a lot of them! Sorry, I mean... Counting four technicals, almost twenty smaller vehicles with armed riders following them through the perimeter breach to the west. No count on the... infiltrators, but each of those trucks is carrying an unknown number of armed soldiers." A shaky breath came through the speaker--her instructors would have chided her for bad radio discipline, but at the moment that was the furthest thing from her mind. -kzzt- "I guess Cristina is handling that Arms Master, so I'm going to do what I can from up here. Support incoming." Pause. -kzzt- "Sorry for leaving you behind, Griff. Uh, over."

Another gunshot rang out--one among many--and a gun case clattered to the ground at the Arms Masters' feet. It was branded "US Army", and inside were a Glock 19 pistol and FN SCAR rifle, with several loaded clips for each.

Atop the roof, Mikey let out a long breath. She wasn't missing the extra hardware, and one look at her would make it clear why. She lay prone at the edge of the roof, using the pack that she had pulled the radio from as a rifle rest for Angel Duster; she had pulled a flak vest from it as well, which she had donned over the Army t-shirt she had assumed would be sufficient protection for the day's activities. Her shotgun lay within easy reach to one side, where she had placed it once the enemy Arms Master was... neutralized? (She wasn't really sure what Cristina had done, but she wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.) On the other side sat a pair of metal, military issue containers.

Ok, Mikey. She smacked her own face a couple of times, not as lightly as she intended; her hand as she pulled it away was slightly damp. Just like target practice. Load up, acquire target, aim, shoot. Load up, acquire target, aim, shoot. She closed her eyes tightly for a moment, steeling herself against the sounds of screaming refugees and gunfire, then suddenly opened them again and rolled to one side.

From the waiting containers, Mikey pulled out two grenades--one cylindrical, the other round. She took each in turn, pulling the pin and shooting them with Angel Duster to disappear them, then resumed her sniper's perch and aimed over at the closest technical as it began disgorging soldiers.

CRACK--her shot impacted the bed of the truck, next to the mounted gun, and the first grenade began belching thick white smoke in a cloud that quickly enveloped the area.

CRACK--another shot followed right on the heels of the first, aimed in the same spot, and as soon as the second grenade's impact fuse touched the ground it exploded, sending shrapnel flying in the vicinity of the truck, and hopefully killing or disabling the gunner.

Mikey had a short moment of gratitude that the smoke prevented her from seeing the results of her work before she grabbed another pair of grenades and prepared to fire again.
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