❝ A PIXIE'S VENGEANCE; Η εκδίκηση ενός pixie ❞

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The atmosphere of earth integrated with dust particles and invigorating gases hampered the scarred face of the dame as she wafted throughout the prismatic welkin covertured with jasmine colored cummulonimbus clouds, a fleet of calidris migratory birds are marked with her azure contrasted irides accompanying them as they soar through the stifling air, a sporadic thought stirred the damsel's subconsciousness; the battalion are similar to these critters but with a pugnacious motive instilled in each of their recesses especially to visha, not a single trace of forfeiture is perceived to their visage, simply because it was not their intention to search for another refuge but to protect their safe haven: ( The Empire) it's the discrepancy between them and those feathered creatures.

The young maiden bronze tinctured fibers of hair withdraws due to the solid current and hastened pace of the battalion soldiers. Her auditory senses are heightened and alarmed to detect any hostile attempt to her surroundings, she was obliged to execute such actions as the extant commander battalion of the 203rd aerial mage to withstand any obstacles and secure her troops from imperilment. After an endless bicker of the jurisdiction, Zettois the Deputy Director of Service Corps declared Viktoriya Ivanovna Serebryakov as the new fairy ace of the battlefield, he was greatly convinced that the woman is capable to be the next maven as she was designated formerly as the second-in-command under Tanya's leadership, it was more encouraged by a followed notion from the Deputy Chief of Logistics Rudersdof which eventually ended the symposium.

Thousand of green leaves escaped from the branches and twigs of a leviathan oak trees planted underneath, prancing to the cold breeze of air, peacefully swaying to the symphonies lulled by the hummingbirds, a serenely arcadian tableu—the tranquility indelibly hoped by the plebeians of Empire instead of inconsequential conflagration of nations.

Any second, this concord contexture is destined to be discommoded with uproarious scrimmage and lives will once again descend to the path of an endless sorriness. The newly refurnished buildings and decorous souls of the Republic citizens will promptly be tarnished brought upon by a rancid vengeance inaugurated by the leader of the battalion—Viktoriya Ivanovna Serebryakov. The demoiselle won't hesitate to spoil her hands with blood of the innocent people in order to achieved her goals, she's a woman whose pysche is already tainted with nothing but pure malice, and on no account it can be redeemed.

The battalion finally reached the borderlines of the enemy, the fleet is bewildered from a mastodon of edifices lies beneath their underpinnings, the commander motioned her right hand upward halting any form of locomotion produced.

"𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬! Have faith in the Lord's blessings. For the lord will not 𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧 us! In order to protect our Fatherland from these faithless invaders we shan't 𝐯𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 to eradicate any interference! Don't let their treacherous 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞 wavered your will and let your 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 appetencies be the fuel to stimulate your 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 from exterminating each one of them!" her vocirated voice signalled the battalion to bombard the enemies with mana cartridges. Those monumental block of buildings crumbles as the large outbursts of mana belched out from thousands of firearms pulverized it's keystone converting them into ruins. One by one, those stronghold structures is enveloped in a massive wildfire, caterwauls of the people burned from the fire resonated allover the war zone, the charred smell of flesh 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 hot lifted the two corners of her mouth forming a smile. The scene is a demoralizing 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 of Hell—and she's the notorious 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 of the underworld, with her onerous coinages, she's capable of imposing punishment and torment to those who stands inferior to her.

A deplorable plaint of a boy disturbed the congenial thoughts of the dame, she notice that the lad is standing amidst of abortive scampering of people howling on top of his lungs searching for his parents, hoping for salvation. He lost the rationality that he had once from the overbearing power of evil, the boy is predestined to undergo a grievous fate. Visha is already irritated from the constant wailing of the boy, so she mercilessly pointed her assault rifle squinting her eyes on the narrow lenses of the telescopic sighted scope to predict a more accurate 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 of distance whilst adjusting the parameters from the target, a grin is carved on her lips as she deciphered the correct 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 needed, the commander steadies both of her hands on the firearm with her eyes flaunted openly slowly moving her relaxed forefinger pulling the trigger witnessing how his head was wrecked when the powerful mana discharged shattered his head into pieces. The ragged ground is 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 with his plasma all around with his brain tissues, a cluster of large all-black passerine birds feasted on his scattered innards leaving no trace.

A 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 devil is reborn. That once softhearted visha is already dead.

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"𝐏𝐢𝐱𝐢𝐞 01, over. The republican soldiers are all exterminated inclusively with their hermitage and artilleries. However, Mary Sioux, is out of sight. I repeat, Mary Sioux is out of sig—"

The line is interrupted with a static sound. "𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬 112, repeat your report" the dame uttered with gritted teeth as she administered her ears on the camouflaged mettalic army radio tightly gripped on by her right hand, confusion is perked on her visage contorting the lines on her forehead erecting the previous unruffled composure of her as she fumed in anger.

"𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 report! she's here—, 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥— 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡— 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬—" thunderous hollers are heard to the opposite side of the radio channel before the sole connection of them has ended.

The orbs of the demoiselle widened noting the movements of 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐲, the ingenue swifted in a remarkable speed incapacitating the head of her troops one by one with its spear attached on the end of her rifle. She was amused on how proficient and skilled mary was, a woman indeed worthy of a goddess' 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐞.

The woman eliminated half of her troops merely with her expenditure and conversance, without a sweat sighted on her visage. The commander is bothered from the consecutive defeat of her allies, but her composure is unbothered, she's now prepared to use all of her frolicsome antics just to end the life of this 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 woman, howbeit, she's convinced that it's a challenging quest to achieve since Mary is a formidable opponent.

She discharged a large amount of mana targeting the lady but it was all 𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 in a swift, she never fail to amuse visha but her puissant isn't enough to par with her former commander Tanya von Degurechaff, she's a peculiar woman blessed with an 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 power and only can she utilized it. She shrugged off those morbid thoughts to avoid distractions amidst of her battle with the Republican Soldier.

Having that said, the damsel got her back on track aviating overhead slicing the back of mary marking an 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 on her sensous back—it surely inflicted a severe injury, however, the woman rebutted with a shear on visha's slender legs and instantly tabbed a wound 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 to hers. The two goddesses clashed their swords and bullets until both of their bodies are enfeebled to fight. Voluminous upheavals of chests are proofed that they fought upto their best efforts, but neither of them is giving up. 𝑮𝑰𝑽𝑬 𝑼𝑷. those words isn't included in her vocabulary, its a thought that never bypassed on her mind, surrendering means that she will be wasting the last opportunity to retaliate what she had lost in the past. Visha will never let herself be defeated on the hands of the woman who killed her 𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐚, the damsel extruded an agonizing scream from distressed of not defeating a mere woman, the dame is disconsolated and almost admitting defeat since she already exercised all of her tactics that she mastered at her training school and those under Tanya's leadership, apart from her trump card.

With the back of her hand, she wiped off the blood on the side of her mouth smudging the vermilion shade of red on her porcelain cheek. She respire a huge amount of air before finally attempting her last attack wafting through the extended stygian skies in a split second, as she subdued the woman in her arms entangling both of her legs on Mary's.

"Let go of me!" the maiden cried out while squirming her body striving to escape on what seemed to be a prison of arms. The demoiselle formulated the spear once again and penetrated the abdomen of the woman upto the opposite body of hers, now both of them can't escape from the sharpness brought upon the honed pikestaff, it was coated with her last ounce of mana to prevent the maiden from slipping away, their body are now meshed together like a takoyaki on a stick. Yet, it's not delectable scene.

"Oh Lord! I'm begging you to descry the 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 of this pitiable goddess! With your 𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 hands, showered me with your heavenly power to exterminate this woman infront of the scrums, blessed their 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 cinctures with your miracle! In the name of God the Father, you will be defeated here today, Mary Sioux." from what seemed to be the incantantion spell is her last invocations begging the superior being for mercy as her last resort on defeating her opponent. Visha is disconsolated from seeing herself undefeated without a credible plan on her hands, not until her amulet dangling on her neck started to diffuse an excruciating coruscates of light– "The 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞 is now visible to my eyes, 𝐓𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐚, my valentine, we will once again be reunited as one" the father heard her outcries and fulfilled her last wish, a tear is shed from the rondure eyes of Visha before she self destructed exploding both of them into fragments.

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