>>46125138
[X] Usethe McFuckingSubject O'Field

>>46125583
Good day to you too!

“Renault, engage the ground mage. Maserati, get to the ship while she’s distracted.”

“Finally!” Renault huffs. She charges straight for the kill, while the ground mage shoulders her rocket launcher and fires. The resulting explosion and cloud of dust prevents you from seeing who came out on top for the moment.

Not that you have the time to spare – switching screens, you judge the new aerial mage’s speed, the one trying to intercept Ophelia, and find it wanting.

“Ophelia. Keep heading straight for the freighter; the mage will get only one pass at you. Make it through and she won’t be able to catch up with you again and you’ll have a clear shot the rest of the way.”

“Acknowledged.”

The two mages close the distance between one another like a pair of knights in an ancient joust. Both with polearm Devices, it comes down to bravery and skill, to not flinch, to strike true, to defend against her counterpart’s blow, to pierce through to victory.

Out of the corner of your eye you notice – “Maserati! What’re you doing sitting there, get your lizard on the move already!”

There’s another explosion and Renault is blasted backwards and into a building, leaving a magical-girl-shaped hole in the wall. To her credit, she gets up swinging, taking out the rest of the wall as she comes out drill-first.

“ImsorryIlldoitpleasedontyellatmeagainpleaseimsorry,” Maserati whimpers, too occupied trembling to actually get a move on.

>Yell
>Don’t yell

>>46125138
Whew, going to the 4th thread without naming your MC. Love the previous 3 ones.

>What’s your name?
I really can't make up non retarded english names

>>46125913
>Yell
She's useless not moving, we need to stimulate her

>>46125913
Don't yell
-but still talk loudish.

Tie - calling it for raising your voice, but not to the UNFUCK YOURSELF level of verbal abuse of last time.

>>46126345
>Tie - calling it for raising your voice, but not to the UNFUCK YOURSELF level of verbal abuse of last time.
Good call

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>>46125913
You do raise your voice, but not to the level of verbal abuse you subjected her last time – that was a life-or-death situation with four missiles coming down fast, but this time if she screws up there’s still Ophelia as a backup.

“Maserati…” you begin softly, to lower her guard, “Dig Your Heels In And MOVE!” Startled, she does exactly that out of reflex, and when her heels dig into her lizard’s sides the beast breaks out into a gallop.

“Aaaaaiiiiieeeee!” She screams in panic.

“Left, left, you’re going to crash-“ but it’s too late, she’s going through a doorway that’s too narrow to fit her mount, so the flimsy material of the prefabricated shelter gets an emergency widening. Is she – yes, she’s leaving through a window on the opposite wall, turning it into a back door on her way out.

At least she’s moving! Meanwhile, Renault and her foe are still going at it, and with some grim satisfaction you observe the enemy mage being the one to get thrown out of the dust cloud and into a nearby building this time.

There is no time to gloat, though, because Ophelia and the enforcer-like mage are on their final approach, Devices poised to strike as they pass by each other.

>>46126936
For one instant they connect, too brief to be understood by the Mk 1 Eyeball, and then they are hurtling past one another. The enemy looks untouched as she pulls a split-S, the half-loop trading altitude for speed as she tries to reverse course and catch up, but in pure speed she can’t match Ophelia and the distance between them only grows. But is Ophelia is in much worse shape, her right shoulder bloodied and her right arm hanging limp and useless. Her Device has fallen from her grasp, the scarlet spear falling down towards the melee below.

“Sir,” Ophelia speaks up, her monotone eerily calm despite the situation, “primary armament lost. Request permission to activate secondary armament.”

You look around briefly for Claren for an explanation, but the doctor is not on the bridge, and you remember that she is treating Ohno in the med bay.

>Dive and retrieve your Device!
>Maintain course and activate secondary armament!

>>46127002
>>Maintain course and activate secondary armament!

>>46127002
>Maintain course and activate secondary armament
Atleast she's calm

Calling it for
>Maintain course and activate secondary armament

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>>46127002
“Permission granted. Maintain course and activate secondary armament.”

“Yes sir. Inherent Magic: Heart Seeker.”

Ophelia’s eyes start glowing red and then she materializes a cruel-looking blood-red dagger in her left hand. Her pursuer makes one last attempt to stop her with a ranged spell, but Ophelia easily dodges the magic projectiles.

“What’s she doing?” you point at the enemy mage, who has stopped the chase entirely and is now gathering a sizeable amount of magic, if the size of the magic circle spinning at her feet is any indication.

“Interdimension transport spell, sir!” Lowran calls out shortly. Personal interdimension transport magic is definitely not something your usual trooper can do. It requires both great reserves of mana and great skill to execute properly without smearing your body, and worse, your consciousness, over the space-time continuum of a dozen dimensions.

“C-captain! Maserati reporting in! I’m at the ship! Do I shoot!?” She sounds panicked, and from Maserati’s feed you get a closeup look at the freighter. It’s a boxy, ungainly cargo vessel, but the dual engines look heavily upgraded with aftermarket materials as befitting a smugglers’ craft. Both engines are firing at full power, not-so-slowly lifting the ship up into the air.

And finally, Renault has gotten the upper hand in her own duel. She has one knee on her opponent’s gut keeping her down and one hand on her opponent’s throat choking her out, a savage snarl of victory on her face while her other hand is in drill form spinning away at the little mage’s desperately thrown up shield. Renault can throw magic into her drilling assault faster than her victim can put up magic into her shield, and as a result the drill is slowly but inevitably descending towards her foe’s wide-open, panicked eye.

Time is short and the order of your orders matter. You shout out your first order…

>Ophelia, switch targets to the mage!
>Maserati, shoot out its engines!
>Renault, stand down!

>>46128107
>>Maserati, shoot out its engines!

>>46128077
>>Maserati, shoot out its engines!

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>>46128077
“Maserati, do I have to yell again?” you ask.

“N-no sir!” she says quickly.

“Good, then target the starboard engine exhaust and shoot it out!”

She raises a shaky hand, points a finger skywards, and utters “Shoot!” Then, “S-shoot, it missed!” as the green beam that she had fired goes wide of the ship, which continues to climb higher into the sky.

“Again!” you tell her. “Shoot again!”

“Shoot!” She fires off a second beam, which lances clean through the port engine’s nozzle. Exhaust gas streams out sideways from the hole. Not exactly on target, but it will have to do.

“Hit on target, hit on target!” Lowran calls out as the bridge breaks out into cheers. You watch the freighter suddenly list to one side due to the uneven thrust introduced by the damage... and then it wobbles and finally stabilizes as whoever is piloting the ship displays some incredible skill correcting for the damage.

“It’s getting away!” Maserati shouts out the obvious, and from her perspective the ship is too high and too small to reliably target specific bits of it anymore.

“Ophelia here. Beginning attack run on bridge.” She has her crimson dagger ready as she reaches the spot directly overhead the freighter and starts to dive straight down.

Meanwhile, Renault brings her drill down to within an inch of her victim’s purpling face, who would be screaming except that she can’t gather the air to do so through the chokehold.

> Ophelia, switch targets to the mage!
>Ophelia, switch targets to the starboard engine!
>Renault, stand down!

>>46128789
>>Renault, stand down!
maybe we can capture her alive?

>>46125138
Put Quest in the subject you fucking faggot, so that your shitty thread can be filterd

>>46129071
So much delicious salt!

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Aiming for a new thread tomorrow. With a subject line.