{"id":300,"date":"2025-09-07T13:49:44","date_gmt":"2025-09-07T17:49:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/?p=300"},"modified":"2025-12-02T12:50:58","modified_gmt":"2025-12-02T17:50:58","slug":"death-battle-seras-vs-tanya-part-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/?p=300","title":{"rendered":"Death Battle: Seras vs Tanya (Part 2)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"4336\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/?attachment_id=4336\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Death-Battle-Title-Seras-vs-Tanya-New.jpg?fit=1280%2C720&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"1280,720\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Death Battle Title &amp;#8211; Seras vs Tanya (New)\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Death-Battle-Title-Seras-vs-Tanya-New.jpg?fit=660%2C371&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-4336 size-medium_large\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Death-Battle-Title-Seras-vs-Tanya-New.jpg?resize=660%2C371&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"660\" height=\"371\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Death-Battle-Title-Seras-vs-Tanya-New.jpg?resize=768%2C432&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Death-Battle-Title-Seras-vs-Tanya-New.jpg?resize=300%2C169&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Death-Battle-Title-Seras-vs-Tanya-New.jpg?resize=1024%2C576&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Death-Battle-Title-Seras-vs-Tanya-New.jpg?resize=484%2C272&amp;ssl=1 484w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Death-Battle-Title-Seras-vs-Tanya-New.jpg?w=1280&amp;ssl=1 1280w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 660px) 100vw, 660px\" \/><\/span><\/p>\n<div class=\"jetpack-video-wrapper\"><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"660\" height=\"372\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/1m2vQNYJDFI?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><strong>PREVIOUSLY, ON DEATH BATTLE&#8230;.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><em><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">Seras Victoria, a vampire agent from the Hellsing Organization, was suddenly warped to a strange world ruined by an ongoing World War.<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><em><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">She was instructed by Being X to head to the war-torn city of Amiens, where she was to assassinate a child soldier named Tanya Degurechaff.<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><em><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">Only after Tanya&#8217;s death would Seras be allowed to return home.<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><em><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">Despite her fiercest efforts, Seras failed to defeat Tanya, and only survived thanks to her vampire healing factor.<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><em><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">The Hellsing soldier was later found by Jean and Amelie Rousseau, two members of a secret Partisan group seeking to liberate Amiens.<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><em><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">However, Seras&#8217; moment of rest was cut short when thunderous artillery strike rained down on the city.<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><em><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">The artillery was sent by the 44th Republic Infantry, led by the bold Captain Pierre DuPont.<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><em><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">For months, the Francois Army suffered a number of humiliating defeats against their enemy, the Empire.<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><em><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">Outnumbered and outgunned, they&#8217;ve launched a desperate surprise attack to retake their beloved city.<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><em><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">Tanya and her feared 203rd Air Mage Battalion race to the frontlines to hold off the invaders.<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><em><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">With nowhere to run, Seras is forced to fight for her life in a war she never asked to be in.<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><em><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">With all these key players in place, what will the following battle unfold for all of them?<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">THE SECOND BATTLE FOR AMIENS HAS BEGUN<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"text-decoration: underline; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">OPENING MOVIE:<br \/>\n<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<div class=\"jetpack-video-wrapper\"><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"660\" height=\"372\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/9PBWwE7_7Wo?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/div>\n<hr \/>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"4341\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/?attachment_id=4341\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Battlefield-1-Amiens-3.png?fit=1920%2C1080&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"1920,1080\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Battlefield 1 &amp;#8211; Amiens #3\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Battlefield-1-Amiens-3.png?fit=660%2C371&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-4341 size-medium_large\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Battlefield-1-Amiens-3.png?resize=660%2C371&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"660\" height=\"371\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Battlefield-1-Amiens-3.png?resize=768%2C432&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Battlefield-1-Amiens-3.png?resize=300%2C169&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Battlefield-1-Amiens-3.png?resize=1024%2C576&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Battlefield-1-Amiens-3.png?resize=1536%2C864&amp;ssl=1 1536w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Battlefield-1-Amiens-3.png?resize=484%2C272&amp;ssl=1 484w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Battlefield-1-Amiens-3.png?w=1920&amp;ssl=1 1920w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Battlefield-1-Amiens-3.png?w=1320&amp;ssl=1 1320w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 660px) 100vw, 660px\" \/><\/span><\/p>\n<div class=\"jetpack-video-wrapper\"><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"660\" height=\"372\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/bGgKdDCJx5o?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><strong><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"2375\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/?attachment_id=2375\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/06\/Battlefield-1-French-Scout-e1656202313696.png?fit=445%2C448&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"445,448\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Battlefield 1 French Scout\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/06\/Battlefield-1-French-Scout-e1656202313696.png?fit=660%2C660&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-2375 size-medium\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/06\/Battlefield-1-French-Scout-e1656202313696-298x300.png?resize=298%2C300&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"298\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/06\/Battlefield-1-French-Scout-e1656202313696.png?resize=298%2C300&amp;ssl=1 298w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/06\/Battlefield-1-French-Scout-e1656202313696.png?resize=150%2C150&amp;ssl=1 150w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/06\/Battlefield-1-French-Scout-e1656202313696.png?resize=200%2C200&amp;ssl=1 200w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/06\/Battlefield-1-French-Scout-e1656202313696.png?resize=270%2C272&amp;ssl=1 270w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/06\/Battlefield-1-French-Scout-e1656202313696.png?w=445&amp;ssl=1 445w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 298px) 100vw, 298px\" \/><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><strong><span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\">CHAPTER 1: FRONTLINE<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><strong><span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\">DuPont<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><em><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">1815 Hours (6:15PM)<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/strong><br \/>\n<strong><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><em><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">Ameins, Francois Republic<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">Market Square<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">&lt;Translated from German&gt;<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">(Translated from French)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">The 44th Republic Infantry cleared the first line of defense. Captain DuPont and two other men looked up at the sky, noticing small black figures hovering above.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">(&#8220;Do you see that? What is it?&#8221;) Said one soldier.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">(&#8220;Is it one of our Air Mage squadrons?&#8221;) Said another.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">Captain DuPont looked harder. His eyes widened when he realized who was flying above.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">(&#8220;IT&#8217;S THE 203rd BATTALION!!! GET TO COVER, NOW!!!&#8221;) DuPont and his men hit the dirt!<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">&lt;&#8220;Line up your shots!&#8221;&gt; Tanya commanded. &lt;&#8220;Ready!&#8230;&#8230;..Aim!&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;Fire!&#8221;&gt;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">The Air Mages fired a thunderous barrage of artillery rounds at the ground. Several Francois troops were killed instantly, either by impact of the explosions or the resulting fall.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">One stray artillery round sent DuPont flying thirty feet forward. His body hit the muddy street, and his face splashed into a puddle. He blacked out for a few minutes, struggling to open his eyes. His ears were filled with the music of gunshots, mortars, tank cannons, airplanes, screaming soldiers, and explosions. DuPont breathed painfully as he struggled back to his hands and knees. He coughed hoarsely to expel the dirty water that he accidentally swallowed. The Captain was lucky; aside from some minor bruises, he was okay.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">Captain DuPont took a good look at his surroundings. It was hell on earth all around! Blue-coated Republic soldiers fought savagely against the green-coated Imperials. Most of the soldiers carried bolt-action rifles or pistols, while others used submachine guns and heavy LMGs. Other soldiers were blown to pieces by grenades of varying shapes and sizes. They were fighting in the Market Square, at the eastern end of Amiens. Many buildings that used to be stores and warehouses were reduced to crumbled walls and piles of rubble. This was the enemy&#8217;s first line of defense. When this sector falls, the Republic would have a clear path to the rest of the city.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">BOOM-WIIIP!<\/span><br \/>\n<\/span><\/strong><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\"><div class=\"jetpack-video-wrapper\"><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/4qCrqgQCfgA?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/div><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">DuPont flinched as a bullet buzzed right past his ear! He looked forward and saw not one&#8211;but\u00a0three\u00a0enemy soldiers shooting at him! The Captain dodged the gunfire and scrambled behind the closest sandbag he found. DuPont aimed his RSC rifle and killed the foe on the right with a shot to the chest. The two remaining Imperials continued firing at DuPont&#8217;s flimsy cover.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">Though he was pinned down, the Captain kept his cool and waited for the enemies to reload. The soldier in the center ran out first and he hid next to a building to reload. His comrade cycled down to his last bullet, only for his rifle to jam. DuPont saw his opening and shot the enemy soldier in the shoulder, causing him to fall to the ground in pain. His ally reached down to help, only to die instantly when DuPont shot him in the head. As he lay bleeding on the ground, the last enemy ignored his shoulder wound and unholstered a revolver. He shot wildly at DuPont, but missed all six times. The Imperial soldier met his end when DuPont shot him through the heart.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">DuPont rose and ran further towards the Market Square, but was cut short when he saw dozens of Imperial troops right in front! The Captain hid behind a broken wall of what used to be a flower shop. To his left were two other Republican soldiers also taking cover. One was armed with an M97 Shotgun, the other a Chauchat LMG. The captain peeked around the wall. His men were fighting through a dozen-or-so Imperials up ahead. Farther down, an enemy machine gun was tearing down any Francois soldiers that came within 20 yards. They were defending the first objective, which was nothing more than a pile of rubble that used to be a warehouse.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">He called to the soldiers beside him: (&#8220;You two are with me! We need to take out that machine gun, or this assault ends right here!&#8221;)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">(&#8220;How, sir!? There&#8217;s only one way forward and not enough cover!&#8221;) Replied the shotgunner.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">DuPont peeked around the corner and saw a narrow path with a few abandoned vehicles providing decent cover. At the end was an armored truck that could be used as a machine gun position. The Captain asked the support gunner, (&#8220;You! Will you give us covering fire if we get you to that truck?&#8221;)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">(&#8220;Yes, captain!&#8221;) Cried the machine gunner.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">(&#8220;Then let&#8217;s go!&#8221;) <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">DuPont and the two soldiers rushed down the sidewalk towards the truck. As they charged, the Captain plugged three rounds into one enemy soldier, and rammed his bayonet into the stomach of another. The guy with the shotgun blasted down three Fatherland troops in quick succession at point-blank range. A fourth enemy tried to bash in the shotgunner&#8217;s head, only for the latter to block the attack and blast him through a window. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">As they reached the end of the path, the support gunner took position and readied his Chauchat. He opened fire at the enemy machine gun, forcing the enemies to take cover and stop shooting.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">DuPont and the shotgunner threw smoke grenades at the objective. A cloud of thick gray smoke slowly engulfed the enemy, completely blinding them. DuPont&#8217;s men had their opening.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"4348\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/?attachment_id=4348\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Battlefield-1-Amiens-4.jpg?fit=1625%2C909&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"1625,909\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Battlefield 1 &amp;#8211; Amiens #4\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Battlefield-1-Amiens-4.jpg?fit=660%2C369&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-4348 size-medium_large\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Battlefield-1-Amiens-4.jpg?resize=660%2C370&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"660\" height=\"370\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Battlefield-1-Amiens-4.jpg?resize=768%2C430&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Battlefield-1-Amiens-4.jpg?resize=300%2C168&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Battlefield-1-Amiens-4.jpg?resize=1024%2C573&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Battlefield-1-Amiens-4.jpg?resize=1536%2C859&amp;ssl=1 1536w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Battlefield-1-Amiens-4.jpg?resize=486%2C272&amp;ssl=1 486w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Battlefield-1-Amiens-4.jpg?w=1625&amp;ssl=1 1625w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Battlefield-1-Amiens-4.jpg?w=1320&amp;ssl=1 1320w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 660px) 100vw, 660px\" \/><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><div class=\"jetpack-video-wrapper\"><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/OmQUKjg7W6s?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/div><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">(&#8220;Go, they can&#8217;t see us!&#8221;) <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">The Captain blew his whistle and rallied his men. They charged in and stormed the objective, killing the occupying enemies while they were still blind. As the Republic soldiers entered, the battle devolved into madness. Soldiers on either side were caught in terror and confusion as they could barely see past three feet. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">Bullets flew wildly in random directions like hornets. Corpses were trampled by men or blown apart by explosions. Men tore each other apart with knives, maces, bayonets, and trench shovels. Those without weapons simply used rocks, bricks, or even their bare hands. Some men were even killed by friendly fire in the confusion. Simply put, it was hell on earth, just like in the trenches!<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">Captain DuPont had it no easier than anyone. In this chaos, his life could end in the blink of an eye. From behind, a screaming Fatherland soldier charged at him with a shovel! DuPont turned and buttstroked the enemy to the ground before bayoneting him in the throat. Another soldier sucker punched DuPont to the ground and kicked away his rifle, before moving to finish him off with a pickaxe. The Captain quickly drew his Mauser and shot three rounds through the foe&#8217;s body, killing him. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">DuPont got back to his feet and drew his cavalry sword, slicing down any Fatherland soldiers that got near. Meanwhile, the shotgunner grouped with a couple of allies and held their own. When his M97 ran out, he switched to his revolver and kept shooting. The Chauchat gunner stayed outside the smoke, instead shooting at the enemy soldiers surrounding the objective.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">The smoke lifted little by little, and the area became more visible. Though they&#8217;d taken several casualties, it was clear the Republic were winning. Most of the Fatherland soldiers were dead; the ones that weren&#8217;t were beginning to retreat. The final blow was when three Renault FT tanks rolled in, their thundering cannons scaring the enemies into retreat. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">All at once, the guns and explosions fell silent. The ground was littered with dead soldiers and dropped weapons. Only a few Republic soldiers were left standing, including DuPont. It all ended in five minutes.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">(Stop Music)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">They had taken the first objective.\u00a0The Captain sat against a crumbled wall to catch his breath. His face and uniform were stained with splotches of blood. The shotgunner reloaded his weapons before reaching for a cigarette. The Support gunner dropped his Chauchat when it ran out, and picked up an MG-15 from a dead enemy soldier.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">The Captain stared blankly at the ghastly sight before him. When he survived his first battle months ago, DuPont was so horrified by seeing so many men die that he vomited. But he and his friends had seen it so many times they&#8217;d become desensitized&#8211;a fact DuPont hates more than he cares to admit. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">But now wasn&#8217;t the time to dwell on that. There were at least three more sectors to capture, and a whole town of enemy troops protecting them. They had a long night&#8217;s fight ahead of them.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">Suddenly, a fellow soldier rushed towards DuPont&#8217;s squad on a borrowed bicycle. When he got close, the trooper ditched the bike and ran up to the Captain, tired and out of breath.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">(&#8220;You picked a hell of a day to run a marathon.&#8221;) DuPont said dryly. (&#8220;What&#8217;s your name and unit, soldier?&#8221;)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">The young soldier saluted, (&#8220;C-c-corporal Michel, B Squad, sir!&#8221;) He panted. (&#8220;They sent me here as a runner. Our battalion\u00a0has secured the old chapel a few blocks west from here.\u00a0The Bosche* are falling back to the city!&#8221;)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">DuPont smiled and patted the young man&#8217;s shoulder. (&#8220;Very good, Corporal. This is exactly the news I needed to hear.&#8221;)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">DuPont turned to give his men their next orders: (&#8220;SOLDIERS!!! The first sector is ours! We now have a foothold into Amiens! But there&#8217;s little time to rest! We need to use this momentum to keep the Bosche* on the retreat! Remember, we&#8217;ll be fighting through narrow streets and buildings. This battle will be much different than what we&#8217;re used to in the trenches, so stay sharp!&#8221;)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">(&#8220;Yes, sir!&#8221;) The men replied.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">DuPont turned to the Corporal. (&#8220;Michel, you stay with us for now.&#8221;)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">(&#8220;But sir, my squad&#8211;&#8220;)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">(&#8220;Has more than enough men to keep fighting.&#8221;) DuPont finished. (&#8220;I need you here in case we need a runner to send messages.&#8221;)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">Michel sighed and nodded. (&#8220;Yes, sir. Of course.&#8221;)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">In a few minutes, a few dozen troops and tanks who survived the first charge caught up with DuPont&#8217;s position. With his reinforcements ready, they quickly abandoned the Market Square and marched further into Amiens.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">*(Bosche: French slang for a German soldier. Synonyms: Kraut, Jerry, Fritz, etc.)<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"4343\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/?attachment_id=4343\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Imperial-203rd-Air-Mages.jpg?fit=650%2C460&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"650,460\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Imperial 203rd Air Mages\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Imperial-203rd-Air-Mages.jpg?fit=650%2C460&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-4343 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Imperial-203rd-Air-Mages.jpg?resize=650%2C460&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"650\" height=\"460\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Imperial-203rd-Air-Mages.jpg?w=650&amp;ssl=1 650w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Imperial-203rd-Air-Mages.jpg?resize=300%2C212&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Imperial-203rd-Air-Mages.jpg?resize=384%2C272&amp;ssl=1 384w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 650px) 100vw, 650px\" \/><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><div class=\"jetpack-video-wrapper\"><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/YGly3o_c3wo?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/div><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">CHAPTER 2: DOGFIGHT<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\"><strong>TANYA<\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><em><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">Meanwhile&#8230;..<\/span><\/em><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><em><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">500ft above Amiens<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">Far, far above, Tanya and her 203rd Battallion watched as the battle unfolded below them. They were so high above ground, the advancing enemy soldiers and tanks looked like ants to them. The Imperial Air Mages could tell they were already on the losing side of this battle, which made them very uneasy.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">Visha spoke to her Major Tanya, who was right beside her: &lt;&#8220;Major Degurechaff, it looks like the Francois Army has already breached our first sector. Should we go after them?&#8221;&gt;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">&lt;&#8220;Negative.&#8221;&gt; Tanya replied in a cold, almost bored tone. &lt;&#8220;We still control at least three more sectors, and our ground troops vastly outnumber theirs. Like I said, the enemy&#8217;s invasion is nothing but a futile, desperate&#8211;.&#8221;&gt;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">&lt;&#8220;Aw, shit! Tanya! We got a problem!&#8221;&gt; Warren Grantz shouted. The 2nd Lieutenant was holding a set of binoculars and facing the set of clouds behind the team. The panic in his voice was palpable.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">&lt;&#8220;Warren? What&#8217;s the matter?&#8221;&gt; Visha asked her friend worriedly.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">&lt;&#8220;I just saw a whole squadron of enemy fighters! Dead ahead about 200 meters away!&#8221;&gt; The other Air Mages besides Tanya looked in the direction Warren was facing, their faces contorted into shocked and fearful expressions. Warren looked through his binoculars again.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">True to his report, there was indeed a squad of enemy attack planes soaring through the twilight sky.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">&lt;&#8220;You see the enemy planes? What are we going up against, and how many?&#8221;&gt; Tanya demanded.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">&lt;&#8220;They look like SPAD S.XIII&#8217;s!\u00a0I see about&#8230;..ten? Twelve? No, thirteen! I also see a few Republic Air Mages flying alongside!&#8221;&gt;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">Tanya moved in front of her battalion\u00a0to get a better look. There was indeed a squadron of attack planes and Air Mages all heading for them. Each aircraft was a classic bi-plane with wooden wings and fuselages driven by a spinning propeller in the front. They each were flown by a single pilot handing both flight controls and the machine gun. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">The Air Mages meanwhile, were astride floating horse-like vehicles, each propelled by a magic engine on the bottom. Each soldier wielded an RSC\u00a0 rifle like the one Captain DuPont used, except they contained explosive magic rounds.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"4342\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/?attachment_id=4342\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Battlefield-1-London-Calling.png?fit=850%2C478&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"850,478\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Battlefield 1 &amp;#8211; London Calling\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Battlefield-1-London-Calling.png?fit=660%2C371&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-4342 size-medium_large\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Battlefield-1-London-Calling.png?resize=660%2C371&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"660\" height=\"371\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Battlefield-1-London-Calling.png?resize=768%2C432&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Battlefield-1-London-Calling.png?resize=300%2C169&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Battlefield-1-London-Calling.png?resize=484%2C272&amp;ssl=1 484w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Battlefield-1-London-Calling.png?w=850&amp;ssl=1 850w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 660px) 100vw, 660px\" \/><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"4344\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/?attachment_id=4344\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Republic-Air-Mages.jpg?fit=1280%2C720&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"1280,720\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Republic Air Mages\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Republic-Air-Mages.jpg?fit=660%2C371&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-4344 size-medium_large\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Republic-Air-Mages.jpg?resize=660%2C371&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"660\" height=\"371\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Republic-Air-Mages.jpg?resize=768%2C432&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Republic-Air-Mages.jpg?resize=300%2C169&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Republic-Air-Mages.jpg?resize=1024%2C576&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Republic-Air-Mages.jpg?resize=484%2C272&amp;ssl=1 484w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Republic-Air-Mages.jpg?w=1280&amp;ssl=1 1280w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 660px) 100vw, 660px\" \/><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">While her subordinates looked on with apprehension, she remained as calm as ever, carefully planning how to deal with this new annoyance. In a way, Tanya was\u00a0happy\u00a0about this. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">Before now, she had to deal with nearly getting killed by that blonde bitch from last night, followed by the humiliation of getting yelled at by an officer. Now Tanya had something to take out her frustrations on.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">With a cocky smirk and a chuckle, Tanya said: &lt;&#8220;It looks like the Francois Air Force has shown up fashionably late! I say we show them a\u00a0very\u00a0good time! Split up and use the clouds for cover; we&#8217;ll wait here and ambush them! When the first plane falls, you go out and shoot down the rest!&#8221;&gt;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">The members of the 203rd split up in different directions and took position in several large clouds. Tanya did the same, hiding in the bottom of a large cloud with three other soldiers. Together, they waited for the enemy planes to fly in, fatally unaware of the trap waiting for them. Each passing second, they just got closer&#8230;and closer&#8230;and closer&#8230;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">Tanya took aim at the lead plane with her Mondragon rifle, its magazine charged with explosive magic rounds. She curled her finger on the trigger, anxious to make the first shot. The child Major smiled like a ravenous panther ready to tear its prey to pieces. This was gonna be fun.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">&#8220;Here it comes! Three&#8230;&#8230;.Two&#8230;&#8230;.One&#8230;&#8230;.!&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><div class=\"jetpack-video-wrapper\"><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/C7cPUez_7v8?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/div><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">BOOM!!!<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">Tanya&#8217;s bullet sliced through the lead airplane! It exploded into a roaring fireball that swallowed up the pilot flying it! The shocked Republicans jolted and swerved their airplanes and Air Mage gears to avoid getting caught in the flames and debris. All at once, the 203rd Battalion fired their rifles at the hapless enemy. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">Magic bolts of cyan-colored rounds ripped through the sky&#8211;some on target, others missing. Four more planes were shot down, either exploding instantly or falling to the ground in spinning, flaming wrecks. The Francois Air Mages had some protection thanks to their magic shields, but were in mortal danger. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">The eight remaining planes were forced to fall back and split up in teams of two. The horse-riding Air Mages panicked and did the same, retreating in several different directions.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">This was so easy that Tanya almost laughed! She and the 203rd quickly broke through the clouds and gave chase to the fleeing enemies. As Air Mages, they were much smaller and more agile than the larger attack planes. And since there were so many of them, they could easily overwhelm the enemy squadron. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">But Tanya didn&#8217;t concern herself with the airplanes. Taking them out would be far too easy and boring. She wanted her prey to be more&#8230;&#8230;.challenging.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">&lt;&#8220;Mages! Split up in groups of three and shoot down each of those planes!&#8221;&gt; Tanya ordered her Battalion.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><em>&#8220;Jawhol, mein Major!&#8221;<\/em>\u00a0Replied Weiss, who was flying alongside Warren and Visha. &lt;&#8220;What about those Republic Air Mages?&#8221;&gt;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">&lt;&#8220;Leave them to me!&#8221;&gt; Tanya boosted ahead and dashed in the direction of the five retreating enemies. They turned around and halted, barely having time to notice the tiny flash of light heading towards them. They were totally helpless. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">Of course, Tanya could simply shoot them. But why waste the ammo when it was much more fun to slice open their guts up close? She magically charged her bayonet and prepared to swing!<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">Her first strike sliced clean through an enemy&#8217;s head and his Mage Gear! The dead soldier&#8217;s ride sparked and fizzed from the damage until it disappeared in a fiery explosion! The four survivors backed off, both out of terror and to avoid the blast. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">Tanya halted in midair before preparing to charge again. The enemy Air Mages wildly fired back, only for their rounds to harmlessly bounce of Tanya&#8217;s magic barrier. However, it did stagger her long enough for them to fall back.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">(&#8220;Holy shit, did you see that!? Paul just died right before our eyes!&#8221;) Cried one panicked Republican.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">(&#8220;She just sliced through him like a piece of steak! That little girl is a demon!&#8221;)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">(&#8220;We&#8217;re fucking done for! That bitch is gonna kill us all!&#8221;)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">(&#8220;QUIET!!! Pull yourselves together, soldiers!&#8221;) The Captain shouted to snap his subordinates out of their fear. (&#8220;There&#8217;s four of us and only one of her! She can&#8217;t kill all of us! We&#8217;ll split up and attack her from different angles!&#8221;) The enemy Mages quickly carried out their orders and flew into different directions of the sky.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">Tanya calmly watched as the enemy forces scattered.\u00a0&#8220;Interesting. So rather than attack me all at once, they&#8217;re planning to wear me down by surrounding me. Smart. But it only means I&#8217;ll kill them one at a time!&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">Tanya immediately chased after the soldier who was directly above her. Perched on his floating horse, he aimed down and desperately shot at Tanya. His comrades tried their best to cover him, but the fast little girl was a hard target, especially from a distance. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">Tanya ignored the crossfire and took three shots at the prey above her. The first one missed, but the other two pierced through the enemy&#8217;s Mage Gear. The vehicle exploded, vaporizing the unfortunate soldier before he even had time to feel pain.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">Tanya quickly set her sights on the idiot towards her lower right. Instead of charging in, she used her mana to project a targeting computer and locked onto him. She then powered her Mondragon with magic and fired! Shockingly, the round actually\u00a0split\u00a0into four beams of light! Like guided missiles, they curved on the position of the target. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">The Francois Air Mage fell back in a panic! He swerved his &#8220;horse&#8221; left and right to dodge each projectile, but one caught up and pierced through his stomach. The soldier died immediately, and his body and vehicle both plummeted to the ground.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">The third soldier lost his cool and charged into Tanya, enraged.\u00a0&#8220;Vous enfant psychotique! Je te ferai payer le meurtre de Jacob et Victor!&#8221;\u00a0Ignoring his Captain&#8217;s orders to stay put, he fired wildly at Tanya without aiming properly.\u00a0&#8220;This is pathetically easy.&#8221;\u00a0Tanya thought as she switched to her trusty SIG MKMS. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">She quickly dodged the horse-riding Air Mage and let him pass her above her, before opening fire. The explosive bullets tore holes through the enemy&#8217;s back and his ride, destroying both instantaneously.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">Now there was just one last victim&#8211;the Captain. Though he&#8217;d just lost his entire squad the grizzled vet kept his cool and fought pragmatically. Rather than charge in recklessly, he kept his distance and kept Tanya at bay with well-aimed shots. The magenta-colored rounds slammed into Tanya&#8217;s barrier, threatening to pierce it. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">Tanya shot back with her SIG, but her foe quickly dodged downwards and resumed firing. <\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">Tanya smiled a little&#8211;this guy clearly wasn&#8217;t as careless and impulsive as his subordinates. Maybe he can giver her the challenge she wanted.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">Tanya retreated, daring the enemy Captain to chase her. He took the bait, but kept at a distance far enough to shoot.\u00a0It went this way for a few minutes, with each soldier firing and evading each other&#8217;s shots. Eventually, Tanya took a Model 24 stick grenade from her ammo pouch. She cooked the grenade and released it, letting the wind drag carry it backwards. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">The grenade exploded in midair, which startled the Captain and forced him to fly through a puff of black smoke. His eyes and lungs stung by\u00a0explosive powder, the Captain lost sight of Tanya&#8211;and now\u00a0he\u00a0was the prey. By the time he opened his eyes and saw Tanya wasn&#8217;t there, it was too late.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">(&#8220;What the&#8211;where did she&#8211;&#8220;)<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">SQUELCH!!!<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">&#8220;GAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"2354\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/?attachment_id=2354\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/06\/Tanya-GIF-3.gif?fit=540%2C304&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"540,304\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Tanya GIF #3\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/06\/Tanya-GIF-3.gif?fit=540%2C304&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-2354 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/06\/Tanya-GIF-3.gif?resize=540%2C304&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"540\" height=\"304\" \/>&lt;&#8220;You looking for me?&#8221;&gt;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">The unfortunate Captain looked down and saw Tanya&#8217;s bayonet piercing his heart from the back. He turned around, and the last thing he saw was the girl&#8217;s twisted smile behind him. The dying soldier gave Tanya his\u00a0venomous\u00a0last words:\u00a0&#8220;Va te faire foutre&#8230;Vous petit diabolique enfant!&#8221;\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">Tanya removed her bayonet out of the dead man&#8217;s body and kicked him off his ride, sending him on an unceremonious trip to the ground.\u00a0She decided to take the Captain&#8217;s Air Mage gear for a joyride, using her magic to keep it flying.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">With all five of her enemies conquered, Tanya decided to see how her comrades were holding up. From the looks of it, they were doing quite well! There were only three planes left! Although at this distance, it was impossible to tell how many of her own men she&#8217;d lost. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">Either way, it was just a matter of time before her side won this dogfight. Tanya would just be content to kick back and watch her inevitable victory come&#8211;but she wasn\u2019t gonna miss out on her chance for three more kills!<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">Meanwhile, the last three Republican planes were losing desperately. The rest of their squadron were all shot down by the 203rd. The pilots were proficient, but they simply had no training or experience with fighting Air Mages. Even if they could, their planes weren&#8217;t designed for the task anyway. If they tried to retreat, they were surrounded on all sides, and were too slow to outrun the smaller, faster Mages. In short, they were screwed. But if they were going down, they&#8217;ll go down fighting!<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><em>&#8220;Meurs juste, vous salope Bosche!&#8221;<\/em>\u00a0Shouted one Francois pilot, as his plane was chasing one of the Air Mages, Visha.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">This deadly version of tag was anything but fun&#8211;if Visha slowed down, she&#8217;d either get shot by the machine gun or chopped to bits by the propeller. The brunette swerved left and right to force the airplane to miss every shot. The pilot gritted his teeth in frustration. How does this bitch keep dodging his bullets!?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">Eventually, Visha turned around returned fire with her rifle. The bullets struct the engine, causing the propeller\u00a0to sputter and smoke. The engine was damaged, but still had enough power to keep the plane flying. But it hardly mattered since the smoke blinded and choked the pilot as it whipped his face. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">Visha got clear of the plane, while her partner Warren swooped down and sliced off its portside wings with his bayonet. The loss of its wing sent the airplane and its pilot on a long, downward spin to a fatal crash. Two more to go.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">Warren caught up with his female ally. &lt;&#8220;Hey, Visha! You all right?&#8221;&gt;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">Visha nodded. &lt;&#8220;I&#8217;m okay! Thanks for the sa&#8211;&#8220;&gt;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><strong>WHOOOOSH! WHOOOOSH!<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"4346\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/?attachment_id=4346\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Salmson-2-Fighter-Plane.jpg?fit=2100%2C1422&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"2100,1422\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Salmson 2 Fighter Plane\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Salmson-2-Fighter-Plane.jpg?fit=660%2C447&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-4346 size-medium_large\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Salmson-2-Fighter-Plane.jpg?resize=660%2C447&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"660\" height=\"447\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Salmson-2-Fighter-Plane.jpg?resize=768%2C520&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Salmson-2-Fighter-Plane.jpg?resize=300%2C203&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Salmson-2-Fighter-Plane.jpg?resize=1024%2C693&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Salmson-2-Fighter-Plane.jpg?resize=1536%2C1040&amp;ssl=1 1536w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Salmson-2-Fighter-Plane.jpg?resize=2048%2C1387&amp;ssl=1 2048w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Salmson-2-Fighter-Plane.jpg?resize=402%2C272&amp;ssl=1 402w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Salmson-2-Fighter-Plane.jpg?w=1320&amp;ssl=1 1320w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Salmson-2-Fighter-Plane.jpg?w=1980&amp;ssl=1 1980w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 660px) 100vw, 660px\" \/><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">Two more aircraft buzzed right past Visha and Warren! These last two were a pair of twin-seated Salmson 2 attack planes, each with a pilot and a rear gunner. They were both chased by two teams of five or six 203rd Air Mages. Vice Commander Weiss led the team attacking the left plane. The pilot of the aircraft jerked the flight stick upwards and spun into a barrel roll to avoid enemy fire. The constant rolling threw the rear gunner off his aim.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">(&#8220;Stop rolling us, you asshole! I can&#8217;t get a clear shot!&#8221;) The frustrated gunner yelled at his pilot.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">(&#8220;I&#8217;m trying to keep them putting holes in us, you idiot!&#8221;) The pilot snapped back. (&#8220;Suck it up and keep firing!&#8221;) The gunner almost wanted to punch him, but he kept his focus on the Air Mages behind him. Thankfully, he was at least managing to keep the enemy from getting to close. Unfortunately, that was the end of their luck.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">Tanya joined the pursuit on her stolen Air Mage Gear and caught up to the plane. They flew side-by-side and just a few feet from each other. Tanya looked at the two pilots with her implike grin, while they looked at her with stunned disbelief.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><em>&#8220;Guten Abend, meine Herren!&#8221;<\/em> Tanya mockingly greeted them. &lt;&#8220;My, that&#8217;s such a fine aircraft you&#8217;re flying. But I think it&#8217;ll be even more beautiful when it goes down in flames!&#8221; Before the two could retaliate, Tanya threw another grenade into the pilot&#8217;s seat.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><em>&#8220;Putain de merde! Sortez!&#8221;<\/em> Shouted the pilot as he and his gunner jumped out of the airplane. They fell and opened their parachutes right before they would be blown to bits along with their plane. The two men sighed with relief&#8211;they lost their plane, but at least they would have a slow, safe descent to the ground&#8230;&#8230;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">&#8230;.Which was what they thought right before Tanya cut their parachute strings! The pilots were screaming as they both fell 500 feet to their deaths. &lt;&#8220;Enjoy the trip back to the ground! Don&#8217;t worry&#8211;I&#8217;m sure they&#8217;ll find your bodies before the rats do!&#8221;&gt; The Air Mage taunted as she watched the two men fall.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">Just one more to go. The last attack plane shook off its pursuers and attempted to avenge its fallen ally. The ferocious Salmson 2 flashed its machine guns at Tanya, while the latter charged in head on. The red-hot 7.7mm bullets tore up Tanya&#8217;s flying horse, but she didn&#8217;t care. Her personal shield would keep her safe from any real damage. She just needed to keep flying.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">&#8220;Closer&#8230;..closer&#8230;&#8230;.closer&#8230;&#8230;NOW!&#8221; Tanya jumped off her vehicle as it headed straight for the airplane! Her ride collided with the plane, causing a massive explosion that destroyed both. The pilots were killed, and the plane was reduced a falling pile of burning wood and steel.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">The skies were clear. The dogfight was over. The 203rd rallied behind Tanya, taking in the glorious sight before them.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">&lt;&#8220;Holy shit! Did we really just do it?&#8221;&gt; Said Warren, laughing with excitement. &lt;&#8220;We actually wiped them all out!&#8221;&gt;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">&lt;&#8220;We really did it! We just destroyed the whole enemy squadron!&#8221;&gt; Visha cheered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">The rest of the battalion shouted cheers and cries of victory, while Tanya looked on ahead with her sadistic grin. She looked back at her men and decided not to scold them. Small celebrations like these are good for morale. She would let them have this one. The child major smiled eagerly as she wondered what her next challenge would be.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">&#8220;Alright, you baguette-eating bastards. Who&#8217;s next?&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"3558\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/?attachment_id=3558\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/09\/Battlefield-1-Amiens.jpg?fit=1920%2C1080&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"1920,1080\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;1&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Battlefield 1 &amp;#8211; Amiens\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/09\/Battlefield-1-Amiens.jpg?fit=660%2C371&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-3558 size-medium_large\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/09\/Battlefield-1-Amiens.jpg?resize=660%2C371&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"660\" height=\"371\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/09\/Battlefield-1-Amiens.jpg?resize=768%2C432&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/09\/Battlefield-1-Amiens.jpg?resize=300%2C169&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/09\/Battlefield-1-Amiens.jpg?resize=1024%2C576&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/09\/Battlefield-1-Amiens.jpg?resize=1536%2C864&amp;ssl=1 1536w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/09\/Battlefield-1-Amiens.jpg?resize=1200%2C675&amp;ssl=1 1200w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/09\/Battlefield-1-Amiens.jpg?resize=484%2C272&amp;ssl=1 484w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/09\/Battlefield-1-Amiens.jpg?w=1920&amp;ssl=1 1920w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/09\/Battlefield-1-Amiens.jpg?w=1320&amp;ssl=1 1320w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 660px) 100vw, 660px\" \/><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><div class=\"jetpack-video-wrapper\"><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/cOyTkxRmWDY?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/div><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"text-decoration: underline; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"337\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/?attachment_id=337\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/05\/Seras-7.jpg?fit=400%2C400&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"400,400\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Seras #7\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/05\/Seras-7.jpg?fit=400%2C400&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"aligncenter size-medium wp-image-337\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/05\/Seras-7.jpg?resize=300%2C300&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/05\/Seras-7.jpg?resize=300%2C300&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/05\/Seras-7.jpg?resize=150%2C150&amp;ssl=1 150w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/05\/Seras-7.jpg?resize=200%2C200&amp;ssl=1 200w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/05\/Seras-7.jpg?resize=272%2C272&amp;ssl=1 272w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/05\/Seras-7.jpg?w=400&amp;ssl=1 400w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"text-decoration: underline; font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><strong>CHAPTER 3: LA PARTISANE<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"text-decoration: underline; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">SERAS<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\"><strong><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><em>Meanwhile&#8230;..<\/em><\/span><\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\"><strong><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><em>Downtown Amiens<\/em><\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">&#8220;How the hell did I get into this mess!?&#8221; Seras thought as a few enemy bullets bounced off her cover.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">If someone told Seras before she fell asleep that she would wake up in another dimension without warning, be sent out by a talking nutcracker to kill some magic Nazi 10-year-old girl, and end up fighting for her life in a bizarre version of World War One, she would think that person was either joking or crazy.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">But no. This was real. This was happening. Seras Victoria&#8211;former London cop and apprentice of Alucard himself&#8211;was stuck in the middle of the streets, fighting a war she has nothing to do with, against an enemy she&#8217;s never seen, in a world she doesn&#8217;t even belong to! How the hell did it all come to this!?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">The vampire soldier took cover corner of a building. She was armed with a Lebel 1886 bolt-action rifle&#8211;a decent weapon by all means, though it wasn&#8217;t her trusty Harkonnen cannon. On the other side of the street were a few squads of Fatherland stormtroopers in their olive-green uniforms and Stahlhelms. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">Some were armed with bolt-action rifles, and others with machine guns. Seras didn&#8217;t know exactly how many there were, but she guessed there was around 20. Even as a vampire, it would be idiotic to charge in alone amidst so much heavy fire.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">Thankfully, Seras wasn&#8217;t alone. Fighting on her side were the Partisans, civilian soldiers who took up arms to liberate their town. Though they were mostly male, several women also fought alongside them. Their ages ranged from teenagers too young for war to adults old enough to be their parents or grandparents. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">The Partisans were armed with weapons they scavenged or stolen from the enemy, as well as homemade weapons like Molotov Cocktails. They were mostly dressed in normal clothes, with their only uniform being a blue cloth tied around their left arm.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">Seras was dressed the same way. Instead of her Hellsing uniform, she now wore a brown leather jacket with a white shirt underneath, and a pair of dull gray pants. A blue cloth was also tied around her upper left arm, just like the others. Like it or not, she was one of them now. They were her only chance of surviving this battle and getting home alive.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">Seras carefully peeked around the corner, ignoring the bullets buzzing all around her. She used her enhanced vision to get a better look at the enemy troops. She aimed her rifle and fired, hitting one stormtrooper through the neck. The soldier fell over clutching his neck as he bled and asphyxiated to death. She fired two more times, hitting one man through the eye and another one in his lung. Even without her Harkonnen, Seras was one hell of a shot!<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">As she fought, the other Partisans were each playing their own part. Jean Rousseau was feeding bullets into a Vickers machine gun while his ally used it it keep suppressing fire. Jean would use the gun himself, if his arm wasn&#8217;t still broken. His wife Amelie was tending to wounded soldiers at the rear, but she kept a double-barred shotgun in case she needed to fight. <span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A pair of captured field guns were firing explosive shells at the enemy, each manned by a single Partisan.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Although the Partisans were strong and resourceful, they were still civilians. The Fatherland soldiers were better trained, equipped, and more experienced. The sergeant in command ordered two riflemen to take sniping positions on the third floor of each side. They did as instructed, and immediately fired at the machine gunners first. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Two soldiers were killed, and two more instantly rushed to take their places. Another sniper shot at Jean\u2019s spot and clipped his partner in the shoulder. He ducked down to help his wounded comrade while another bullet just missed his head.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Rousseau held up his hand and cried, <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSNIPER! SNIPER!\u201d <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The rest heeded his warning and kept their heads behind whatever cover they had. The enemy snipers kept the Partisans pinned down, allowing the other stormtroopers to advance.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Seras heard Jean call out to her: \u201cSERAS! GET OVER HERE NOW! KEEP YOUR HEAD DOWN!\u201d The blonde raced over to Rousseau as a sniper\u2019s bullet came so close to her head, she could hear it. She crouched low to the sandbags right next to the machine gun.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cRousseau, what\u2019s the problem!?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThe Bosche just sent a sniper into one of those buildings! Take him out quick before we\u2019re overrun!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cRoger!\u201d Seras replied. She went prone and placed her rifle just above the sandbags. Her eyes turned bloody crimson as she used her vampire sight to zoom in. But just where was the bastard hiding!? He gave away his position when another missed shot landed in the sandbag. The shot came from a third-story window on the right-side building.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThere you are, you wanker!\u201d Seras growled as she opened fire.<br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Her first shot hit the window, but the sniper dodged it in time. He fired back, hitting the pavement right next to Seras\u2019s hip. The sniper went downstairs and reloaded before smashing out a second-floor window. Seras saw the broken pieces of glass and fired twice. She hit the enemy once in the shoulder and again through the head, killing him instantly.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYes!\u201d Seras cheered. \u201cRousseau, I got hi&#8211;\u201d Her celebration was cut short when another bullet whistled past her.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cFool! Stay focused!\u201d Rousseau scolded her. \u201cThere\u2019s another sniper!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhere is he!?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Jean peeked over just enough to see the glint of the sniper\u2019s scope. \u201cThere! He\u2019s at the third-floor window! Left-side building!\u201d He pointed at the foe\u2019s approximate location.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cGot it!\u201d The female went prone again and shot at the enemy\u2019s window. But instead of the target, Seras only hit a crude decoy wearing the foe\u2019s helmet. The real sniper was taking aim at Seras\u2019 head from the fourth floor. Right before he shot, Amelie manned a machine gun and held him back with suppressing fire.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWoah! Thanks, Ame&#8211;\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHurry up and shoot the bastard!\u201d The older woman barked at her.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0Seras fired two more shots at the sniper, the second wounding him in his leg. When she cycled the next round and pulled the trigger\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;\"><b>CLICK!<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">&#8230;She was empty.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSeriously!? Come on, I almost had him!\u201d <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Seras crouched low and opened the bolt of her Lebel, but she had no idea how to reload it. And even if she did, the rifle\u2019s internal tube magazine meant that each bullet had to be loaded one by one. It also didn\u2019t help that Seras\u2019 fear and adrenaline made her hands shaky.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cC\u2019mon, c\u2019mon! How do you reload this stupid thing!?\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When she dropped a bullet and reached down to catch it, she noticed on her left a dead Partisan clinging to a field cannon.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"4642\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/?attachment_id=4642\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Field-Gun.png?fit=1600%2C900&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"1600,900\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Field Gun\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Field-Gun.png?fit=660%2C371&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-4642 size-large\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Field-Gun.png?resize=660%2C371&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"660\" height=\"371\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Field-Gun.png?resize=1024%2C576&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Field-Gun.png?resize=300%2C169&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Field-Gun.png?resize=768%2C432&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Field-Gun.png?resize=1536%2C864&amp;ssl=1 1536w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Field-Gun.png?resize=484%2C272&amp;ssl=1 484w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Field-Gun.png?w=1600&amp;ssl=1 1600w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Field-Gun.png?w=1320&amp;ssl=1 1320w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 660px) 100vw, 660px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">That gave Seras an idea. She sprinted towards the weapon and apologized to the dead man before pushing him off it. Lucky for her, a single-shot field gun wasn\u2019t all that different from Seras\u2019 own Harkonnen rifle. She loaded a fresh shell into the cannon and aimed it right at the sniper\u2019s spot! The enemy\u2019s eyes went wide in horror when he found himself on the wrong end of a field gun!<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cSnipe this, you son of a bitch!\u201d Seras roared as she fired the cannon! The exploding shell obliterated the sniper and took down a huge chunk of the building. A flood of bricks, wood, and glass rained down and crushed the hapless soldiers beneath them. The lucky survivors were left off-guard and disoriented from the falling debris.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Rousseau and the others laughed and cheered. \u201cGreat shot, Seras! We\u2019re lucky to have you on our side!\u201d Seras smiled appreciatively, but it wasn\u2019t time to celebrate yet.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The Imperial sergeant ordered his remaining allies to throw smoke grenades forward to cover their advance. Under the blinding cover of smoke, the enemy made one last desperate attempt to destroy the Partisans.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Rousseau called out to the Partisans, (\u201cThey\u2019re charging in! Everyone, we must hold this line no matter what!\u201d).\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">He looked over to Seras and cried, \u201cSeras! Get on the machine gun, now!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"4644\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/?attachment_id=4644\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Maxim-MG.png?fit=1600%2C900&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"1600,900\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Maxim MG\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Maxim-MG.png?fit=660%2C371&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-4644 size-large\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Maxim-MG.png?resize=660%2C371&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"660\" height=\"371\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Maxim-MG.png?resize=1024%2C576&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Maxim-MG.png?resize=300%2C169&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Maxim-MG.png?resize=768%2C432&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Maxim-MG.png?resize=1536%2C864&amp;ssl=1 1536w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Maxim-MG.png?resize=484%2C272&amp;ssl=1 484w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Maxim-MG.png?w=1600&amp;ssl=1 1600w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Maxim-MG.png?w=1320&amp;ssl=1 1320w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 660px) 100vw, 660px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Seras immediately manned the Maxim MG and took aim at the cloud of smoke in front. Without hesitating, she jammed her thumb hard on the firing button and never let go. Every enemy that got within range of her MG was torn to shreds in seconds. With each soldier killed, Seras drew closer and closer to her bloodthirsty vampire side. Her eyes grew redder. Her fangs sharper. Her muscles stronger. Her heartbeats faster.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><b><i>\u201cCome on, then!\u201d <\/i><\/b><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Seras thought. <\/span><b><i>\u201cI don\u2019t care how many of you bastards try! You\u2019ll never kill me! Not today! Not tomorrow!&#8230;&#8230;NOT FUCKING EVER!!!!\u201d<\/i><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Eventually, the lucky few enemies who made it to the Partisans\u2019 line began fighting them up close. It inevitably turned into a confused, chaotic brawl with soldiers on each side tearing each other apart. Jean and Amelie stuck closely and defended each other, the former with his revolver and the latter with her twin-barreled shotgun.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">One soldier in a Gaede helmet kicked Seras in the face and knocked her off the machine gun. <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDu wertlose republikanische Saumensch!\u201d <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The soldier cursed at her in German. He came down with a knife to stab Seras in the chest, only for the latter to grab it.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019ll carve your fucking heart out!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><b>\u201cNot today, asshole!\u201d <\/b><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She opened her mouth and bit hard on the soldier\u2019s arm. Her fangs tore deep into the cloth, flesh, and bone with a sickening *CRUNCH!* The stormtrooper screamed in shock and pain as he uselessly tried to push Seras off his arm. The vampire forced him to the ground and immediately went for his neck. She dug her teeth into his neck, draining the blood out of the poor bastard\u2019s until his body went cold and dead.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Seras stood up and wiped the blood away from her mouth. Her enemies and allies all stared at her, horrified that she just <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">devoured <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">a human being! But Seras didn\u2019t notice or care about that. Her focus was on the two sorry bastards who were about to die.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The vampire dashed forward and drove her arm through the chest of one enemy and clawed the other\u2019s face off with her fingers. A third stormtrooper shot at her in the back with an MP-18 submachine gun, but all it did was enrage Seras even more. She turned around and sliced the soldier\u2019s arm off and before finishing him off with his own weapon.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Seras turned the MP-18 on more Fatherland soldiers, mowing them down before they had a chance to attack or retreat. Over time, Seras\u2019 bloodthirsty scowl became a maniacal smile. Somehow, she was <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">enjoying <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">this! The thrill of combat! The joy of reducing her enemies to piles of meat. It almost made her feel like\u2026\u2026<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"4641\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/?attachment_id=4641\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Alucard-1.png?fit=600%2C450&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"600,450\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Alucard #1\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Alucard-1.png?fit=600%2C450&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-4641 \" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Alucard-1.png?resize=421%2C316&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"421\" height=\"316\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Alucard-1.png?w=600&amp;ssl=1 600w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Alucard-1.png?resize=300%2C225&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Alucard-1.png?resize=363%2C272&amp;ssl=1 363w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 421px) 100vw, 421px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><b><i>\u201cSo, this is what it\u2019s like to be Master Alucard! It feels! So! Good!\u201d<\/i><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSie ist ein Monster! Verdammt, erschie\u00df sie!\u201d <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A panicked soldier cried as he and two others shot at Seras desperately. The vampiress plunged her gun\u2019s spike bayonet into the lead soldier and blew a few rounds through him. She threw the left trooper into a street lamp and shattered his spine before kicking down the right one and stomping down on his skull.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The brutality was too much. Only a handful of enemies were left. The sergeant blew his whistle and ordered his remaining men to withdraw. \u201c<\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Es ist hoffnungslos, Kameraden! R\u00fcckzug! R\u00fcckzug!\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Seras continued shooting at them as they retreated. When her machine gun ran out, she dropped it and switched to a Colt M1911 pistol. She fired. And fired. And fired.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><b>\u201cWhere ya goin\u2019? Come back and fight, you cowards! I\u2019m not finished with you! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!\u201d<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Amelie grabbed Seras by the arms and tried to restrain her. \u201cStop firing! We\u2019ve won already!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><b>\u201cGet the hell off me, bi&#8211;\u201d<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">(Stop Music)<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=h-w8sFJ6g0g\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><b>SLAP!<\/b><\/span><\/a><\/p>\n<div class=\"jetpack-video-wrapper\"><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"660\" height=\"372\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/O6VnS3xi8os?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Amelie slapped Seras hard across the face. \u201cThat\u2019s enough! It\u2019s over!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Right then, Seras came back to her senses. Her human side returned. She placed her hand where Amelie slapped her, looking at the older woman like a confused child.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cA&#8211;Amelie?\u201d She said in a quiet, wistful voice.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat in the world has gotten into you!?\u201d Amelie shouted, her voice a mix of horror and anger. \u201cWe may fight our enemies! We may kill them! But we don\u2019t <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">eat <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">them!\u201d Amelie pointed at the pile of mutilated soldiers left by Seras.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The vampire girl turned around, horrified at the carnage she\u2019d left behind. She then took a long look at herself. Her gloves, jacket, pants and boots were all smeared with the enemy\u2019s blood. Her M1911 was also stained with blood, its magazine fired empty. Seras couldn\u2019t believe the terrible thing she just did.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat have I done?\u201d <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She thought. <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI completely lost control of my vampire side. And it caused me to kill&#8211;no, <\/span><\/i><b><i>butcher <\/i><\/b><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">those men! I devoured them. Tore them limb from limb! What in the world have I become!?\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Farther away, the Partisans stared at Seras in fear and bewilderment. Some of them began pointing their guns at her.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cN-no, please! Don\u2019t shoot!\u201d Seras protested. \u201cI\u2019m not gonna hurt any of you!\u201d She knew at least Jean and Amelie understood English. And clearly it worked, because Jean actually stepped in front of Seras protectively. Amelie looked at her husband, confused and concerned for his safety.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">(\u201cPut your guns down! All of you!\u201d) Rousseau shouted at them.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">(\u201cRousseau, what are you doing!? Get away from her!\u201d) Cried a Partisan named Andre.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">(\u201cShe\u2019s only a child, Andre! She\u2019s no threat to us!\u201d) Amelie protested.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">(\u201cNo threat!? Look what she did to the enemy!\u201d)\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">More angry and scared voices clamored up. (\u201cHow do we know she won\u2019t turn on us!?\u201d) (\u201cWhat if she\u2019s an assassin sent from the Empire?\u201d) (\u201cWe should hand that bitch over to the Republic Army so they can execute her!\u201d)<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">(\u201cQUIET!!! ALL OF YOU!!!\u201d) Jean roared at his comrades. (\u201cSeras is no threat to us! And I know this because she saved my life the other night! This young woman risked her life to carry me out of a burning house under heavy gunfire when she had no reason to! And I have the wounds to prove it!\u201d) He showed them his right arm, which was bound to a cast after it had been broken by falling, flaming debris.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">(\u201cAfter that\u2026\u201d) he continued, (\u201cShe stood alone atop the clock tower and killed <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">seven<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> of the 203rd Air Mages. Seven! And she nearly killed Tanya Degurechaff! I don\u2019t know what Seras is, but I know what she is not! And she is <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">not <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">our enemy! So if anyone still wants to kill her, you\u2019ll have to shoot through me.\u201d) Rousseau stood firmly in front of Seras, daring the others to shoot him. His wife did the same, inspired by his courage.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Andre and the other Partisans hesitated, and eventually backed down. They walked away quietly, and got to work collecting the dead and wounded. Seras sighed in relief.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThank you, Rousseau.\u201d She said. \u201cI may not speak French, but whatever you told them really saved my life.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cActually, I think I saved <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">them<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> from you.\u201d He said with a smile.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYeah\u2026you\u2019re right about that.\u201d Seras looked at Amelie, who seemed to have calmed down.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWell, I still have my concerns.\u201d The older woman said. \u201cBut you <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">did <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">save my husband\u2019s life. And if he trusts you, I trust you. Sorry for slapping you.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNo, don\u2019t be. I think it was necessary.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u00a0Amelie smiled warmly like a mother towards her daughter. \u201cWhy don\u2019t you take a rest, <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">cherie<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">? You\u2019ve fought very ha&#8211;\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">(Stop Music)<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;\"><b>*BOOM!*<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">What the Hell was that!? An explosion just knocked all of them off their feet! Seras looked up. The field gun she used earlier was destroyed! The blast killed or wounded any of the Partisans within range of it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cFor God\u2019s sake, can\u2019t I get <\/span><\/i><b><i>one<\/i><\/b><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> break!?\u201d <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Seras screamed in her mind.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cCONTRE-ATTAQUE!!!\u201d <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Jean shouted at the others as they scrambled back to defensive positions. He and Amelie lifted Seras from the ground and the three of them ran back to the line. Another explosion blew apart a portion of the sandbags, leaving a hole open in their line. Just what was going on!?<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Suddenly, Seras felt the ground shake beneath her like a miniature earthquake. She heard a mechanical noise like a slow-moving truck coming towards her. She used her vampire vision to look past the vanishing smoke. Seras couldn\u2019t believe what she saw!<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNo! No, you have got to be kidding me!\u201d<\/span> <span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She said. \u201cTHEY HAVE A TANK!!!\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"4645\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/?attachment_id=4645\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/A7V-Tank.jpg?fit=1600%2C900&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"1600,900\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"A7V Tank\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/A7V-Tank.jpg?fit=660%2C371&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-4645 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/A7V-Tank.jpg?resize=660%2C371&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"660\" height=\"371\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/A7V-Tank.jpg?w=1600&amp;ssl=1 1600w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/A7V-Tank.jpg?resize=300%2C169&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/A7V-Tank.jpg?resize=1024%2C576&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/A7V-Tank.jpg?resize=768%2C432&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/A7V-Tank.jpg?resize=1536%2C864&amp;ssl=1 1536w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/A7V-Tank.jpg?resize=484%2C272&amp;ssl=1 484w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/A7V-Tank.jpg?w=1320&amp;ssl=1 1320w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 660px) 100vw, 660px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/DSwbCW821T8\" width=\"560\" height=\"314\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">CHAPTER 4: A7V<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A monstrous tank called an A7V <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Sturmpanzerwagen <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">approached them! <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The vehicle was built with bolted steel plating all around its hull. It had a boxy, rectangular shape, giving it the appearance of a giant, moving refridgerator. The tank\u2019s weapons included a powerful 57mm Maxim-Nordenfelt cannon on the front, and several MG08 machine guns on the sides and rear. Its moving treads were almost completely hidden by the steel plating at the bottom. Inside the tank was a crew of 18 soldiers, including engineers, gunners, a driver, and a captain.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Not that the Partisans would know. To them, this A7V was just an iron monster ready to devour them all! They panickedly fired their rifles and machine guns, but their bullets were like pebbles against the tank\u2019s steel hull. <\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">On the left, Andre took shots at the tank from the intact field gun. But the poorly-aimed shells merely ricocheted off the vehicle\u2019s sloped armor. The tank turned its main gun at Andre and fired, destroying both him and the field gun.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The moving fortress crawled closer to the besieged Partisans. Its heavy treads crushed and flattened any corpses in its way, uncaring as to whether they were allies or enemies. The tank captain opened the hatch on the narrow roof of the vehicle. A cold, malicious smirk drew across his face as he saw how helpless the enemy were. A cannon was too kind for them. They deserved a much painful death.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cVoll voraus, Fahrer!\u201d <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He ordered the driver.<\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> \u201cWir werden dieses Ungeziefer direkt unter unseren Panzer!\u201d <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The captain climbed back inside and sealed the hatch above him.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cRousseau, what\u2019s he saying?\u201d Seras asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHe just told them to run us over!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cFUCKING HELL!!!\u201d Seras cried. \u201cEVERYONE, FALL BACK!!! YOU\u2019RE GONNA GET RUN OVER!!!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The Partisans didn\u2019t need to understand English to know they were in danger. They all ran for their lives right before the tank trampled the sandbag wall behind them! The cannon fired at the road, the explosion killing or wounding several fleeing soldiers. <\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The shockwave caused Seras to trip and fall to the ground. She layed helpless on her back as she witnessed another Partisan gruesomely mulched to pieces beneath the A7V\u2019s treads.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The iron monster crawled closer and closer to Seras, who just froze and screamed in terror as she waited to get run over. Fortunately, she was safely pulled away to a nearby alley by Jean, Amelie, and another Partisan. <\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">They retreated down the alley as the tank\u2019s broadside machine guns flashed behind them. The bullets killed the random Partisan while the other three ran into a nearby building for cover.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">They entered through the rear door of the building, safely away from the machine guns. Rousseau called out for one of his men.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">(\u201cVictor, are you here?\u201d) Rousseau noticed Victor was missing. (\u201cVictor? Where is he!?\u201d)<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">(\u201cHe must have been killed outside!\u201d) Amelie answered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">(<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cShit!<\/span> <span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He had the explosives!\u201d) Rousseau groaned. He turned to Seras and told her, \u201cSeras! Victor has a bag full of explosives on his body! You need to go outside and get it!\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAnd let myself get killed by machine guns!? No way!\u201d Seras cried.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWait until the tank pulls forward enough for you to advance! Now go, before we all get killed!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Seras followed Rousseau\u2019s orders and went outside the house. She hid behind the corner, and waited until she was safely out of the tank\u2019s line of fire. When the path was clear, Seras ran forward and picked up a leather satchel from Victor\u2019s dead body. She carried the package back inside the house where Jean and Amelie were waiting.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI got the explosives, but I don\u2019t know if it\u2019ll be enough!\u201d Seras said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLet\u2019s just hope!\u201d Amelie said as she checked the bag. Inside were six captured stick grenades and a bundle of dynamite attached to a detonator. One of the grenades in particular had several explosive heads tied around the center, giving it an almost mushroom-like appearance.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"4647\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/?attachment_id=4647\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/BFV-Grenades.png?fit=800%2C450&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"800,450\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"BFV Grenades\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/BFV-Grenades.png?fit=660%2C371&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-4647 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/BFV-Grenades.png?resize=660%2C371&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"660\" height=\"371\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/BFV-Grenades.png?w=800&amp;ssl=1 800w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/BFV-Grenades.png?resize=300%2C169&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/BFV-Grenades.png?resize=768%2C432&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/BFV-Grenades.png?resize=484%2C272&amp;ssl=1 484w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 660px) 100vw, 660px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThat\u2019s it!? That\u2019s all there is!?\u201d Seras cried in disbelief.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cIt\u2019ll be enough, trust me!\u201d Jean reassured her.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou\u2019re nuts! Even if you can get close to that thing, you won\u2019t have enough explosives to destroy it!\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWe don\u2019t need to destroy it!\u201d Jean said. \u201cWe just need to disable it long enough for our friends to retreat! If we damage the tank, the Bosche will be forced to stop and repair it! That\u2019s when we\u2019ll hit them!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAre you sure it\u2019ll work?\u201d Seras replied.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWe won\u2019t know until we try it!\u201d Amelie chimed in. \u201cIf we just sit around, all of our men will be slaughtered by that monster, and then we\u2019ll be next! They need our help, and we need yours! So, will you help us or not?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Seras bit her lip. Of course she didn\u2019t want to go anywhere near that tank again. But she couldn\u2019t just let more of the Partisans die. After all, she might not be alive now if Jean and Amelie hadn\u2019t come to her rescue.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAll right! Let\u2019s bloody do it!\u201d She shouted.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The three of them ran to the second floor and took position at the windows facing the street. The tank stopped right below their position, totally unaware of their presence.<\/span><\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/QaAR3YP8doI\" width=\"560\" height=\"314\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">CHAPTER 5: SACRIFICE<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Amelie manned a Lewis machine gun that leaned against the far left window. The chunky Anti-Tank grenade was hanging by her belt. Rousseau handed Seras the dynamite and plunger before manning a Madsen MG on the right.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cOkay! Seras, listen up!\u201d Jean shouted. \u201cAmelie and me will damage the tank as it pulls forward, and we\u2019ll fire down at the crew as they come out! While we draw their fire, you plant the dynamite on the tank\u2019s main gun and blow it!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNo problem, mate!\u201d Seras replied.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cOne other thing,\u201d Rousseau continued. \u201cAfter you destroy it, run away from here and catch up with the others! Don\u2019t wait for us, just go!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cRousseau, that\u2019s horseshit! I\u2019m not leaving you two behind!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThis isn\u2019t your war, Seras! You were dragged into it by accident. An innocent girl like you shouldn\u2019t have to die here! Besides, we\u2019ve seen how well you can fight. You\u2019ll survive just fine without us!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWe\u2019ll be okay, <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">ch\u00e9rie! <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">You don\u2019t need to worry about us!\u201d Amelie said with a reassuring smile. Seras sighed heavily. It was clear that the Rousseaus were going to stay behind to protect her. As much as she hated it, she had to leave them behind.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHere it comes! Amelie, ready the grenade!\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Amelie opened the window and cooked the AT grenade. She threw the explosive down at the rear of the tank, where it got caught in the netting holding spare gears. The grenade exploded with a loud, metallic *BANG*, and blew a wide, flaming hole in the A7V\u2019s aft section. <\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Some of the unfortunate crew inside were either killed by the blast or burned to death. The survivors pushed and shoved their way out of the vehicle in panic. They had no idea they were in the crosshairs of two Partisans.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWe\u2019ve got them!\u201d Rousseau cheered. \u201cLet the bastards have it!\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Jean and his wife opened fire and rained bullets down at the Imperials, who died instantly. The ones who were still inside the damaged tank were forced to stay inside for cover.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThis is it! Seras, go!\u201d Jean shouted.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAlright! Good luck, and thanks for everything!\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Seras raced downstairs into the street and towards the tank. She placed the sticky dynamite against the A7V\u2019s nose cannon and sprinted in the opposite direction. The gunner, who was unaware of the bomb, aimed the cannon at Seras. <\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Right before he fired, Seras detonated the bomb, causing a massive explosion that blew up the entire front section of the tank! Both the gunner and driver were vaporized in the explosion.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cTHAT\u2019S IT! YES!\u201d Seras cheered when she saw what she\u2019d done.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She looked up at Jean and Amelie, who were still holding off the remaining Bosche. <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIt\u2019s all up to you guys, now. Please don\u2019t die on me!\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The blonde ran farther away towards the crowd of fleeing Partisans in front.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Meanwhile, more surviving soldiers clambered out of the heavily damaged tank, though they were badly wounded. The tank captain pushed through his men. His dark green uniform was burned, and his silver blonde hair was badly singed. He had a deep cut on the right side of his head that bled down his eye. But he ignored his pain enough to shout orders to his men.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">&lt;\u201cThose Partisan vermin are on the second floor! Get upstairs and kill them!\u201d&gt;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The tank crew ran into the building and up the flight of stairs that led to the second floor. A soldier in the rear aimed at the windows and shot Amelie through the stomach! The woman gasped in sudden pain and fell to the floor. She clutched her stomach, which was bleeding uncontrollably.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">(\u201cAmelie! NOOOOO!\u201d) Jean cried as he saw his wife mortally wounded.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Before he could get to her, Rousseau gunned down a couple of tank soldiers who\u2019d entered their room. His Madsen had run out of bullets.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Jean tossed the gun away and kneeled next to his wife. He pressed his hand on her wound hoping to stop the bleeding, but all it did was make the pain worse. Amelie\u2019s vision faded in and out as she stared at her husband\u2019s panicked face. She didn\u2019t have much longer to live.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">(\u201cAmelie! Stay with me, darling! I\u2019m gonna get you out of here! Do you hear me!? You\u2019re going to be okay!\u201d) Jean almost started sobbing as his words came out.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Amelie smiled weakly and took one last look at her beloved husband. (\u201cPlease&#8230;don\u2019t be sad, Jean. Dying isn\u2019t&#8230;.such a bad thing. Because\u2026..you\u2019re the last thing I get to see. And that alone makes it more than worth it.\u201d)<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">(\u201cStop that! You\u2019re not going to die! Do you understand!?\u201d) Jean practically wept as he spoke.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Amelie\u2019s vision was weakening. Her eyes were half-closed. (\u201cThat girl. Seras.\u201d) She almost whispered. (\u201cShe\u2019s so strong. So much stronger than all of us. She will free this town, I just know it.\u201d)<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The woman placed a bloodied hand in Jean\u2019s and gave him a farewell kiss. <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAdieu, mon c\u0153ur. J&#8217;aimerais toujours&#8211;\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;\"><b>*POP!*<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">A pistol round landed in Amelie\u2019s head, finally killing her. Jean turned around and was shot three times in his chest. The bullets pierced his lung and stomach. He fell to the floor in agony as blood spilled out of his wounds and mouth. <\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Very soon, Rousseau would be dead too. By mere luck, he landed next to the bag of explosives that still had several grenades left. He snuck one in his left hand and unscrewed the cap.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The tank captain stood above him, holding a Luger pistol with a smoking barrel. He was flanked by three other tank soldiers, each aiming their rifles at Jean.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&lt;\u201cI\u2019m sorry, was that woman someone precious to you? A sister? A wife, perhaps?\u201d&gt; The tank captain mocked Rousseau in German. He and his minions aimed their weapons at Jean again to finish him off. &lt;\u201cWell, don\u2019t you worry, my friend! You\u2019ll see her again <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">very<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> soon!\u201d&gt;<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">&lt;\u201cYeah\u2026.And you&#8217;re coming with me!\u201d&gt;\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The Partisan cooked the grenade and threw it along with the rest of the explosives at the captain! He then pulled his revolver and killed the three surrounding enemies. With his last strength, he tackled the tank captain and pinned him down with the explosives. Rousseau looked at him with fury, while the captain looked back with a pathetic look of terror.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cVive la R\u00e9publique!\u201d <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Were Rousseau\u2019s final words.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">(Stop music)<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Outside, Seras caught up to the other Partisans. She fell over hands on knees, completely out of breath.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou! You\u2019re that girl from earlier!\u201d Said the Partisan closest to Seras. \u201cWhat happened to Jean and Amelie?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWe&#8211;<\/span><b>*pant*<\/b><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8211;we stayed behind&#8211;<\/span><b>*pant*<\/b><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8211;to hold off the tank.\u201d She answered. \u201cThey&#8211;<\/span><b>*pant*<\/b><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8211;told me to&#8211;<\/span><b>*pant*<\/b><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8211;run and catch up with you, while they hold them off.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWait, so you left them alone to save yourself!?\u201d Another soldier said in an accusatory voice.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cPiss off! It wasn\u2019t <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">my <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">choice!\u201d She replied angrily. \u201cThey told me to&#8211;\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;\"><b>*BOOOOOOOM!!!!*<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The building where the two Partisans stayed behind exploded! Flaming pieces of wood and glass rained all over the street surrounding the heavily damaged A7V tank. The blast triggered a chain reaction that caused the tank to explode in an even greater fashion. The resulting shockwave caused the entire front section of the building to crumble and avalanche onto the street.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Seras covered her mouth, horrified to speak. The Partisans were also stunned to watch their friends go out so horribly. Eventually, one soldier cried out, (\u201cWhat are you waiting for!? They might still be alive! Dig through the rubble and search!\u201d) Seras and the other rebels ran back to rescue their friends.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">But out of nowhere, a green metal canister fell from the sky. The strange object impacted the ground multiple times with a loud *CLANG.* Several more objects of the same kind fell as well, some nearly hitting the Partisans in the head. The soldiers stood a cautious distance away from the devices, fearing they might be grenades.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">They were right. But instead of exploding, the grenades opened from the top, releasing thick clouds of yellow-green mustard gas into the air.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/TE2hqrbn_HA?si=-WnVjQ0402Fb4JG5\" width=\"560\" height=\"314\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">&#8220;GAS!!! GAAAAAAS!!!&#8221; One of the Partisans cried! All around, the soldiers were trapped inside a fog of blinding, suffocating toxic gas.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Seras was also dangerously exposed. She started coughing painfully from her lungs, and her eyes watered as the gas burned them.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;Crap! Must&#8217;ve inhaled some!&#8221; <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She thought. <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I need to get safe before I pass out!&#8221;<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Seras wandered blindly in front with one arm outstretched, looking for a safe place. She passed by several other Partisans who were choking, gasping, and vomiting to a slow, painful death.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Seras found a door leading to an abandoned townhouse. She ran inside and slammed the door behind her. She&#8217;d only inhaled a small dose of gas, but it made her very weak and sick.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">There was nothing she could do to save the others. If she stayed outside any longer, she would die with them.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Seras fell to the floor, dizzy and losing consciousness. Through the window, she could see the evening sky through the green cloak of mustard gas. The last thing she saw before passing out was a group of small, black figures flying far overhead.<\/span><\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"4650\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/?attachment_id=4650\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Battlefield-1-Tahure-1.png?fit=1300%2C738&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"1300,738\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Battlefield 1 -Tahure #1\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Battlefield-1-Tahure-1.png?fit=660%2C374&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-4650 size-large\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Battlefield-1-Tahure-1.png?resize=660%2C374&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"660\" height=\"374\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Battlefield-1-Tahure-1.png?resize=1024%2C581&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Battlefield-1-Tahure-1.png?resize=300%2C170&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Battlefield-1-Tahure-1.png?resize=768%2C436&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Battlefield-1-Tahure-1.png?resize=479%2C272&amp;ssl=1 479w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Battlefield-1-Tahure-1.png?w=1300&amp;ssl=1 1300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 660px) 100vw, 660px\" \/><\/p>\n<div class=\"jetpack-video-wrapper\"><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"660\" height=\"372\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/w55m_jM_hfg?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><strong>CHAPTER 6: CASUALTIES OF WAR<\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><em><b>9:38PM<\/b><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><b>THREE HOURS LATER\u2026<\/b><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Seras awoke to the sound of light rain and faraway gunfire. She fought to open her eyes, which were still burning red from the poison gas attack. The blonde saw through the window that it was nighttime. The gas lifted away and dissipated. The sky was dark and covered in long, stormy clouds.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">By some miracle, Seras was still alive. Either she stayed in cover long enough to avoid any fatal damage, or her healing factor had kicked in just in time. Either way, she was still weak and delirious from inhaling the gas. It took her almost fifteen minutes to find the strength to stand up.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">She almost felt like she had the flu. Her stance was awkward and shaky. Her lungs and throat were sore and heavy. Her head pounded like it was about to explode. The acrid stench of mustard gas still lingered in her nose. Seras limped towards the door and went through.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">What she saw next would haunt her for the rest of her life.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><i>\u201cOh, my God\u2026\u201d<\/i><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<div class=\"jetpack-video-wrapper\"><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"660\" height=\"372\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/DcqmmiSVu44?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/div>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Everyone was dead.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Everyone.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Men and women.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Young and old.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Allies and enemies.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The street was covered with fallen Partisans who all died of gas poisoning. Their bodies were contorted in horrible, unnatural ways. Many of them died with their eyes wide open, with expressions of sheer terror and agony. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">These soldiers fought so bravely, so <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">desperately <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">to free their town. And yet they all died so quickly, so easily, so pointlessly.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">As if to add to her horror, Seras noticed the body of a Partisan woman outside of the door she took cover behind. The dying woman was forced to crawl to the door because the gas made her too weak to even stand. When she couldn\u2019t reach the doorknob, she desperately clawed and scratched at the door until her fingernails cracked, leaving deep, bloody marks against the wood. Seras left that woman there to die. She <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">killed <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">her.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Seras was so sick to her stomach that she could vomit. She was reminded of the gruesome pile of dead soldiers she\u2019d woken up to when she started this whole adventure. But while that was merely horrifying, this was far more devastating.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">These people saved her life. She fought alongside these brave men and women. Killed enemy soldiers for them. Went Full Vampire for them. Even blew up a tank for them! And all that just to watch helplessly as they died torturous, meaningless deaths like cockroaches.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019m so sorry! I\u2019m so sorry! I\u2019m so sorry!\u201d Seras fell to her knees and grabbed both sides of her head. She was on the verge of crying.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHow? How did this all go so wrong!?\u201d <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She thought. <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cEver since I came here it\u2019s just been one misadventure after another! That burning house. The clock tower. That fucking tank&#8211;\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u2026&#8230;The tank! Jean and Amelie! Maybe they were still alive! Seras forgot her grief for a moment as she sprinted back to the two\u2019s last known location. But when she got there, reality immediately shattered her spirit.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The A7V was nothing more than a pile of ruined, burning junk. The building beside it was demolished. Anyone in the surrounding area was either caught in the blast or crushed beneath several pounds of wood, brick and rock.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Seras knew it was childish to think anyone could have survived that. Still, she had to try. She climbed up and dug deeply into the pile of debris, pushing away anything that wasn\u2019t her two allies.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Seras was overjoyed for a brief moment when she found Jean\u2019s arm, still wrapped in its cast, though all ripped up. She reached down to pull him out&#8211;only to discover that his arm was the only part of him left. The rest of him was completely destroyed in the explosion. Seras covered her mouth to keep herself from screaming in anguish.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNo! Damn it, no! Rousseau, why\u2019d you have to&#8211;\u201d <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Seras held back her tears and resumed digging. <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMaybe Amelie\u2019s still alive down there! I have to look!\u201d <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It was naive at this point, but she had to hope that at least one of the Rousseaus was still alive.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Her last frail hope was crushed when Seras found Amelie with several bullet and shrapnel wounds all over her body. Even if she survived those, she would\u2019ve been crushed to death from being buried alive for hours. The Rousseaus gave up their lives to protect their comrades. They had sacrificed themselves for nothing.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Seras couldn\u2019t contain herself any longer. She completely broke down and started crying. Though she only knew them for a short time, they were the only allies&#8211;the only <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">friends<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8211;Seras had made since she came to this insane world. Now that they were gone, she was all alone again.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The rain was coming down harder. Seras needed to find cover. She took shelter in a nearby trolley, where she continued to weep.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;Why? What&#8217;s the point of all this?&#8221; <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She thought. <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;They push. We push. And we all end up dead in the end! And for what? What&#8217;s the use of all this senseless killing!?&#8221;<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Why would Being X put her through all this? Ever since Seras got dragged into this war, it&#8217;s just been one disaster after another.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;&#8230;..No. That&#8217;s how it&#8217;s always been for me.&#8221; <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She realized. <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;For my entire life, ever since I was young.&#8221;<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong><i>&#8220;Watching my parents murdered in front of me.&#8221;<\/i><\/strong><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"4655\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/?attachment_id=4655\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Seras-Parents-Murdered.png?fit=800%2C450&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"800,450\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Seras&amp;#8217; Parents Murdered\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Seras-Parents-Murdered.png?fit=660%2C371&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-4655 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Seras-Parents-Murdered.png?resize=660%2C371&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"660\" height=\"371\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Seras-Parents-Murdered.png?w=800&amp;ssl=1 800w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Seras-Parents-Murdered.png?resize=300%2C169&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Seras-Parents-Murdered.png?resize=768%2C432&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Seras-Parents-Murdered.png?resize=484%2C272&amp;ssl=1 484w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 660px) 100vw, 660px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong><i>&#8220;Getting kicked out of the orphanage.&#8221;<\/i><\/strong><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"4656\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/?attachment_id=4656\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Seras-at-the-Orphanage.png?fit=800%2C450&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"800,450\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Seras at the Orphanage\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Seras-at-the-Orphanage.png?fit=660%2C371&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-4656 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Seras-at-the-Orphanage.png?resize=660%2C371&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"660\" height=\"371\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Seras-at-the-Orphanage.png?w=800&amp;ssl=1 800w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Seras-at-the-Orphanage.png?resize=300%2C169&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Seras-at-the-Orphanage.png?resize=768%2C432&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Seras-at-the-Orphanage.png?resize=484%2C272&amp;ssl=1 484w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 660px) 100vw, 660px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong><i>&#8220;That psychotic priest who tried to turn me into a Ghoul.&#8221;<\/i><\/strong><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"4657\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/?attachment_id=4657\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Seras-before-the-priest.png?fit=800%2C450&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"800,450\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Seras before the priest\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Seras-before-the-priest.png?fit=660%2C371&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-4657 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Seras-before-the-priest.png?resize=660%2C371&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"660\" height=\"371\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Seras-before-the-priest.png?w=800&amp;ssl=1 800w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Seras-before-the-priest.png?resize=300%2C169&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Seras-before-the-priest.png?resize=768%2C432&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Seras-before-the-priest.png?resize=484%2C272&amp;ssl=1 484w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 660px) 100vw, 660px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">This was just the latest in a long history of catastrophes. At least in her own world, she could rely on the help of her friends: Master Alucard. Sir Integra Hellsing. Captain Pip Bernadotte. Even their butler Walter Dornez. Now, they would have no idea where she is or what happened to her.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Seras was lost and alone. With no plan. No hope. No way home.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;I just want to go home. I just want to go home. I just want to go home.&#8221;<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"4652\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/?attachment_id=4652\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Battlefield-1-Prise-de-Tahure.png?fit=1280%2C720&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"1280,720\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Battlefield 1 Prise de Tahure\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Battlefield-1-Prise-de-Tahure.png?fit=660%2C371&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-4652 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Battlefield-1-Prise-de-Tahure.png?resize=660%2C371&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"660\" height=\"371\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Battlefield-1-Prise-de-Tahure.png?w=1280&amp;ssl=1 1280w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Battlefield-1-Prise-de-Tahure.png?resize=300%2C169&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Battlefield-1-Prise-de-Tahure.png?resize=1024%2C576&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Battlefield-1-Prise-de-Tahure.png?resize=768%2C432&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Battlefield-1-Prise-de-Tahure.png?resize=484%2C272&amp;ssl=1 484w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 660px) 100vw, 660px\" \/><\/p>\n<div class=\"jetpack-video-wrapper\"><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"660\" height=\"372\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/ftIjGhqihCE?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"text-decoration: underline; font-size: 14pt;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><strong>CHAPTER 7: DESERTERS<\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Seras heard something! Voices? From outside? Were there survivors after all?\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The girl got out of her seat and ran to the front of the trolly. She brushed away the tears in her eyes to get a proper look.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">It was very faint, but there were definitely human voices several yards ahead. Seras used her vampire vision to see whom they belonged to.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">To her disgust, the people she heard weren&#8217;t Partisans. They were a gang of four Fatherland soldiers. The enemies were looting from the bodies of the dead Partisans. They were perfectly healthy, having somehow avoided the gas attack.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Seras couldn\u2019t understand their language, but she could tell by their laughing and smiling that they were enjoying themselves.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&lt;&#8220;Man, these poor bastards. The gas extinguished each and every one of them.&#8221;&gt;<\/span> <span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Said one young-looking soldier.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">&lt;&#8220;Better them than us, Dieter! It&#8217;s not like they&#8217;ll need all this food and ammunition anymore.&#8221;&gt; Another soldier named Erwin replied as he stuffed his bag full of food cans and ammo.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The third soldier, Karl, was greedily picking rings, pocket watches, and other valuable items. &lt;&#8220;Maybe with enough cash we can buy some boat tickets and sail our way out of this war!&#8221;&gt;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The tallest soldier was opposite him, robbing from the corpse of a Partisan woman. &lt;&#8220;Ah, it&#8217;s a shame that the women are dead too. Otherwise we could have had fun with them!&#8221;&gt;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">&lt;\u201cYou\u2019re such a pig, Johann.\u201d&gt; Said the younger soldier Dieter with disgust. Johann simply brushed it off and continued.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;Monsters! Fucking monsters!&#8221;<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> Seras thought as her sorrow turned to rage and disgust.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;Those men aren&#8217;t survivors. They&#8217;re just cowardly vultures chewing on the remains!&#8221;\u00a0<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Seras felt herself turning to her vampire side again, but much more willingly this time.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">&lt;\u201cCrap, I gotta go take a leak. Be back in a minute.\u201d&gt; Johann muttered.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">&lt;\u201cJust do it where we can\u2019t see you, you dog.\u201d&gt; Erwin replied.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">&lt;\u201cEat shit and die, Erwin.\u201d&gt; Johann flipped him off and walked away from the group.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Seras watched him as he approached the trolley where she was hiding. She reloaded her M1911 and crouched behind a seat, ready to ambush. Johan unzipped his fly and relieved himself on the ground. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Right as he finished peeing, Seras grabbed the helpless soldier by the face and neck and dragged him inside the trolley. She held him to the ground without giving him a chance to break free.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Seras held Johann\u2019s mouth shut to prevent him from calling for help. All he could do was stare at the blonde girl in terrified confusion. Seras opened her mouth and sank her fangs into Johann\u2019s neck. His screams of dying agony were muffled as the vampire girl tore him to pieces.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">A few minutes passed. Johann\u2019s friends were becoming worried about him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">&lt;\u201cJohann\u2019s been gone for a while.\u201d&gt; Dieter said. &lt;\u201dI sure hope he\u2019s okay.\u201d&gt;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">&lt;\u201cYou know Johann. It\u2019s probably just another stupid joke.\u201d&gt; Said Karl, who didn\u2019t even look upwards as he kept his focus on his corpse-looting.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&lt;\u201cCome on, <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">kameraden. <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Let\u2019s go see if the idiot\u2019s okay.\u201d&gt; Erwin ordered the others.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The trio walked towards the trolley, using the flashlights attached to their rifles for guidance. Erwin saw the piss stain Johann left behind. He then turned right, and to his shock, saw Johann\u2019s body mutilated. His throat had been slashed several inches open, and a fountain of blood spilled out. A massive hole was clawed into his stomach, as if he\u2019d been mauled to death by a wild tiger.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">&lt;\u201cShit! Johann!\u201d&gt; Dieter cried out!<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">&lt;\u201cWhat the hell was he attacked by!? A wild dog!?\u201d&gt; Said Karl.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">&lt;\u201cWhatever it was, it\u2019s probably still around this area.\u201d&gt; Erwin ordered the others. &lt;\u201dBoth of you fan out and find whatever it was that kill&#8211;\u201d&gt;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><b>*BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!*<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Erwin took several .45 ACP rounds to the chest and face, and fell over dead. The two remaining soldiers looked to their left. Standing at the rear of the trolley was Seras, who was pointing a smoking Colt 1911 at them.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><b><i>\u201cLookin\u2019 for me, you bastards?\u201d<br \/>\n<img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"4659\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/?attachment_id=4659\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Seras-Reborn-as-a-Vampire.png?fit=1280%2C718&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"1280,718\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Seras Reborn as a Vampire\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Seras-Reborn-as-a-Vampire.png?fit=660%2C370&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-4659 size-large\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Seras-Reborn-as-a-Vampire.png?resize=660%2C370&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"660\" height=\"370\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Seras-Reborn-as-a-Vampire.png?resize=1024%2C574&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Seras-Reborn-as-a-Vampire.png?resize=300%2C168&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Seras-Reborn-as-a-Vampire.png?resize=768%2C431&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Seras-Reborn-as-a-Vampire.png?resize=485%2C272&amp;ssl=1 485w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Seras-Reborn-as-a-Vampire.png?w=1280&amp;ssl=1 1280w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 660px) 100vw, 660px\" \/><\/i><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&lt;\u201cMy God! Who the fuck is she!?\u201c&gt;<\/span> <span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Dieter shouted.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">&lt;\u201cDoes that really matter!? Just shoot her!\u201d&gt;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Dieter and Karl immediately shot at Seras with their rifles. It turned out to be useless because Seras\u2019 agility had grown to the point that to her, the bullets approached her in slow motion. She dodged every gunshot at lightning speed, completely bewildering the two human soldiers.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Seras circled the two and lunged at Karl, holding him against the trolley by the face. She plugged her last two pistol rounds into his stomach before throwing him to the floor. The vampire tossed away the gun and wielded a short trench shovel that she took from Johann\u2019s corpse. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">She repeatedly smashed Karl\u2019s skull in with the flat end of the shovel. Each strike caused multiple bloody bruises and shattered bones all across his face.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><b>\u201cDie! You! Son! Of! A! BITCH!!!\u201d <\/b><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Seras\u2019s final strike broke the shovel\u2019s blade off of its handle. Karl was dead, his face smashed into a faceless, bloody pulp.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Only Dieter was left. He dropped his rifle and tried to run away, but Seras was far too quick. She grabbed him by the jacket and held him against the outer wall of a building. The panicked soldier begged for his life.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNein! Bitte! Ich gebe auf! Bitte, t\u00f6te mich nicht!\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><b>\u201cDo you speak English?\u201d <\/b><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Seras growled at him.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cW-was?\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><b>\u201cDO&#8211;YOU&#8211;SPEAK&#8211;ENGLISH!?\u201d <\/b><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Seras pressed Dieter harder against the wall. Her face was mere inches away from his.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYes! I can speak! A little!\u201d Dieter cried.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><b>\u201cWhy did you do it? Why did you try to kill all of us using poison gas!?\u201d<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThe gas? Th-that had nothing to do with us, I swear!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><b>\u201cBullshit! Don\u2019t you dare try to play dumb with me!\u201d <\/b><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The Vampire hissed.<\/span><b> \u201cYou sent those gas grenades at us so you could loot our bodies after we died! You disgust me!\u201d<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhat we did was wrong! I know that!\u201d Dieter said. \u201cBut we weren\u2019t the ones who killed them! We\u2019re deserters! We only came to surrender to you to get out of this war! And then those gas grenades fell out of the sky! The four of us hid inside a motel for hours until the gas dissipated. When we came out, we saw all the food and items those Partisans had, and thought maybe they wouldn\u2019t need them anymore! That\u2019s the truth, I swear it!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><b>\u201cWell, if you didn\u2019t do it, who did? Huh? ANSWER ME!!!\u201d<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI&#8211;I remember looking up and seeing a group of Air Mages in the sky. One of them was this little girl with long, blonde hair.?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><b>\u201cA little flying girl with blonde hair?&#8230;..You mean Tanya!?\u201d<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYes! That\u2019s the one! Tanya Degurechaff!\u201d Dieter almost smiled.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Seras couldn\u2019t believe it. She\u2019d spent so much time fighting that she forgot the whole reason she was here in the first place.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><b>\u201cWhere did she go? Tell me!\u201d <\/b><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Seras\u2019 tone sounded more desperate than angry.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cOh, come on. I don\u2019t know\u2026\u201d Dieter whined.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><b>\u201cMate, you have <\/b><b><i>no<\/i><\/b><b> idea of all the horrible shit I\u2019ve been through since yesterday. I\u2019ll be lucky if I\u2019m ever able to sleep again! If you don\u2019t want to end up like your friends I just slaughtered, you\u2019ll give me something NOW!\u201d<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Dieter needed to give an answer right now. \u201cShe\u2019s&#8211;she\u2019s probably headed to the church!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><b>\u201cWhat church!?\u201d<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThe Amiens Cathedral! On the west side of town! It\u2019s our last line of defense! The Republic is trying to take it back from us! Degurechaff is probably on her way to stop them! If you hurry, you might catch up with her!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><b>\u201cAnd where can I find this cathedral?\u201d<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Dieter pointed to his right to a set of railroad tracks in a pit. \u201cThere! Follow the railway! It\u2019ll lead you in the same direction! The church will be on the right side!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><b>\u201cHow do I know you\u2019re not lying?\u201d<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhat would I have to gain by lying?\u201d Dieter pleaded. \u201cYou\u2019d find me again and butcher me like you did my men. I swear to God it\u2019s the truth!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Seras paused and took a long look at Dieter\u2019s eyes. Somehow, she knew he wasn\u2019t lying. She let go of the soldier and dropped him on the ground.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><b>\u201cGo! Get out of this town and away from this war!\u201d <\/b><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She ordered him. <\/span><b>\u201cRun as far away as you can, and don\u2019t come back! And if I find out you\u2019re lying, there\u2019s nowhere in the world where I can\u2019t find you! Do you understand!?\u201d<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201c<\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ja! Ich verstehe!<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201d Dieter replied. \u201cYou won\u2019t see me again, I promise!\u201d Dieter ran far down the street until he was out of Seras\u2019 sight.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The vampire followed Dieter\u2019s directions and walked alongside the train tracks. She now had a new objective.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0But more than that, she now had a plan.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">She had hope.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">She had a way home.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><b><i>\u201cRousseau. Amelie. Everyone else. I swear to you all, I won\u2019t let your deaths be in vain. I won\u2019t rest until every single one of those Kraut bastards is dead!\u00a0<\/i><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><b><i>\u201cI will avenge you!\u201d<\/i><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><b><i>\u201cI will get home!\u201d<\/i><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><b><i>\u201cI. WILL. KILL HER.\u201d<\/i><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"4661\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/?attachment_id=4661\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Battlefield-1-Prise-de-Tahure-1.png?fit=1280%2C720&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"1280,720\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Battlefield 1 Prise de Tahure\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Battlefield-1-Prise-de-Tahure-1.png?fit=660%2C371&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-4661 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Battlefield-1-Prise-de-Tahure-1.png?resize=660%2C371&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"660\" height=\"371\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Battlefield-1-Prise-de-Tahure-1.png?w=1280&amp;ssl=1 1280w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Battlefield-1-Prise-de-Tahure-1.png?resize=300%2C169&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Battlefield-1-Prise-de-Tahure-1.png?resize=1024%2C576&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Battlefield-1-Prise-de-Tahure-1.png?resize=768%2C432&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Battlefield-1-Prise-de-Tahure-1.png?resize=484%2C272&amp;ssl=1 484w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 660px) 100vw, 660px\" \/><\/p>\n<div class=\"jetpack-video-wrapper\"><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; 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font-size: 14pt;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><strong>CHAPTER 8: DESPERATE ASSAULT<\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;\"><b>DuPont<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><b>10:00PM<\/b><b><br \/>\n<\/b><b>400 meters from Amiens Cathedral<\/b><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">(\u201cCome on! The final objective is within our reach!\u201d) Captain DuPont shouted to his regiment.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The 44th Republic Infantry fought through checkpoint after checkpoint, driving back any Imperial forces in their way. After many exhausting hours of battle, they\u2019d finally backed the enemy into a corner. Only one objective remained: the Amiens Cathedral. If they took that, nothing would stop them from securing the railway and reclaiming Amiens. Victory was in plain sight.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">However, there were three major problems in the way:<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">First, the street was narrow and blocked on either side by buildings. Flanking was impossible, and the only path leading to the church was fortified with machine guns, barbed wire, and heavy amounts of cover. The Imperials had enough troops to stall the Republic\u2019s advance under constant gunfire. Tanks were the only thing capable of breaching the enemy\u2019s defense, but most of them were either destroyed or stopped for refueling or repairs.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Second, the Bosche used the church as a strategic defense ever since the occupation. Over two weeks, the building became a virtual fortress, with hundreds of soldiers defending it. Even more dangerous were the massive Flak 88 artillery cannons that were placed around the perimeter of the church. Not only were they lethal to infantry, but each cannon had enough firepower to blow apart a whole tank in a single shot! As long as they were intact, those cannons were a major threat.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The third and most critical problem&#8211;DuPont was running out of men. This battle had taken a huge toll on his invasion force. He started this assault with roughly 200,000 men and 40 tanks. In just hours, he was down to around 80,000 and only a handful of tanks. He had enough men to continue fighting, but they were still heavily outnumbered and outgunned by the enemy. And even then their numbers didn\u2019t matter as long as they were pinned down. Without those tanks, this whole attack was stalled.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">He kept his head low beneath a pile of sandbags, with two other men beside him. He already sent out his runner Corporal Michel to get an update on when the tanks would be ready to fight again. Without them, they couldn\u2019t push their attack any further.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The Captain lost his RSC rifle earlier in the battle. He was now using a submachine gun called a Beretta Automatico 1918.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"4665\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/?attachment_id=4665\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Automatico-M1918.png?fit=601%2C257&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"601,257\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Automatico M1918\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Automatico-M1918.png?fit=601%2C257&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-4665 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Automatico-M1918.png?resize=601%2C257&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"601\" height=\"257\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Automatico-M1918.png?w=601&amp;ssl=1 601w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Automatico-M1918.png?resize=300%2C128&amp;ssl=1 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 601px) 100vw, 601px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">A weapon of Italian design, it was basically a normal carbine modified into a machine gun. The Automatico had a short barrel with a bipod and bayonet attached at the front. A long 25-round clip jutted from the top, using gravity to push the bullets down. This gave the gun an excellent rate of fire, but also made it difficult to control. DuPont didn\u2019t really care for this gun, but a weapon was a weapon.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">He stayed close to the ground to avoid the whizzing gunfire above him. When the enemies got close, he sprayed the Automatico\u2019s bullets to hold them back. The shotgunner and LMG soldier were also doing their best to defend their positions. Right now, their situation was increasingly desperate.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDamn it! Where the hell is Michel!?\u201d <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He thought. <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI need him to get me a report on those tanks!\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">About fifteen minutes passed. Michel came into sight riding a horse to DuPont\u2019s position. He dismounted at a safe position and ran the rest of the way on foot.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">(\u201cYou took your sweet time getting here, corporal!\u201d) DuPont greeted Michel. (\u201cWhat\u2019s the update on those tanks?\u201d)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">(\u201cSir! We\u2019ve lost about half of our tanks! The rest are still under maintenance!\u201d)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">(\u201cHow long will it take them to finish?\u201d)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">(\u201cThey said in about thirty minutes! That was before I came back!\u201d)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">(\u201cWe\u2019ll all be dead in thirty minutes if we have to wait any longer! What about our air support?\u201d)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">(\u201cWe have no air support, sir!\u201d)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">(\u201cWHAT!?\u201d)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">(\u201cWE HAVE&#8211;NO&#8211;AIR SUPPORT!!!\u201d) Michel shouted. (\u201cAll of our planes and Air Mages have been shot down! Every last one!\u201d)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The captain grimaced. The loss of their air power could only be caused by that bitch Tanya Degurechaff. With no air support and no way to contact their tanks, they were on their own.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">(\u201cWhat do we do now, sir!?\u201d) Michel panicked as he hid beneath the sandbags.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">(\u201cWe stay here and fight! To the last man, if we must!\u201d) The Captain said as he reloaded his Automatico.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">And they did just that, without hesitation. Whether it was by courage, desperation, or stupidity, the 44th never backed away. They kept their guns hot and fired relentlessly at the Boshe. But as minutes wore on, more of DuPont\u2019s men were getting killed or critically wounded. To make matters worse, the enemy decided to push their attack.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">(\u201cThe Bosche bastards are closing in! Hold them back!\u201d) DuPont roared.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The Captain rested his gun on his cover and opened fire. The Automatico was a terror at close range, but eats through bullets like candy. After only a few bursts, DuPont was forced to reload. But just when he reached for a clip, one of his men men cried out (\u201cFLAME TROOPER!!!\u201d)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cFlame trooper!? Oh, you can\u2019t be fucking serious!\u201d <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">DuPont thought as he peeked over his cover. To his horror, there was indeed an armored enemy soldier wielding a Wex Flammenwerfer.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"4664\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/?attachment_id=4664\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Flame-Trooper-BF1.gif?fit=640%2C360&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"640,360\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Flame Trooper BF1\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Flame-Trooper-BF1.gif?fit=640%2C360&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-4664 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Flame-Trooper-BF1.gif?resize=640%2C360&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"360\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Dressed in a thick fireproof suit and a terrifying gas mask, he looked more like a demon from Hell than a man. His flamethrower was a long metal hose attached to a doughnut-shaped tank on his back. The weapon breathed fire intense enough to burn men down to the bone at a range of 330 feet. The flame trooper\u2019s squadmates took care to stay back in order to avoid getting burned.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">DuPont rarely panicked in the sight of death, but this time he couldn\u2019t help himself. (\u201cFALL BACK, OR YOU\u2019LL GET BURNED ALIVE!!!\u201d)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The Captain and his men retreated as fast as they could. Some were caught in the trooper\u2019s hellish flames and died horrible, burning deaths. DuPont and Michel took cover in a building on their right and ran to the second floor. They looked through the window, and watched the pyromaniac wreak havoc on the ground. He was indiscriminately setting both his allies and DuPont\u2019s men ablaze.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">(\u201cThis bastard\u2019s burning his <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">own <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">men, too!? Doesn\u2019t he even care about them!?\u201d) Michel said in disgust.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">DuPont shushed him and calmed himself down. He paid close attention to the fuel tank the flame trooper held on his back. Maybe that was a weak point!<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">(Michel! If you can still shoot, aim at that lunatic\u2019s back!\u201d)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">(\u201cBut if we shoot him, he\u2019ll know we\u2019re up here!\u201d)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">(Damn it, we have to try! If we don\u2019t kill him, we\u2019ll all be incinerated!\u201d)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">DuPont and Michel aimed their weapons and shot at the trooper\u2019s round tank. Shooting it caused the flamethrower fuel to ignite out of control. By the time the trooper realized what happened, it was too late. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">He tried in vain to remove the tank before it blew up. His screams of terror were muffled by his mask. Finally, the tank detonated, killing the flame trooper and any surrounding men and objects.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"4666\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/?attachment_id=4666\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Flame-Trooper-Death.gif?fit=480%2C270&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"480,270\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Flame Trooper Death\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Flame-Trooper-Death.gif?fit=480%2C270&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-4666 \" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Flame-Trooper-Death.gif?resize=569%2C320&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"569\" height=\"320\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">DuPont and Michel ran away from the windows to avoid the explosion. Minutes later, they went downstairs and back onto the streets. They were relieved to see that nothing of the flame trooper survived.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">(Stop Music)<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">There was a temporary quiet. Either the enemy were caught in the explosion, or they fell back to avoid it. Either way, this was as good a chance as any to rest. Some of DuPont\u2019s men who hadn\u2019t been burned or blown up regrouped with him. Their blue uniforms were tattered and scorched, no doubt after almost getting immolated.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">(\u201cWhat do we do now, Captain?\u201d) One soldier asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">(\u201cLooks like the Bosche have fallen back for now.\u201d) DuPont said. (\u201cLet\u2019s use this time to rest and prepare a counterattack. Gather our dead and wounded, collect the enemy\u2019s weapons, and meet back here to&#8211;\u201d)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">(\u201cOh, shit! Everyone, look!\u201d) Michel pointed up at the sky. Far above in the distance was the vision of their worst nightmare: the 203rd Air Mages. And of course, Tanya was leading them.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">DuPont and his surviving men were stunned with dread. There was no way they could survive another artillery barrage by the 203rd. If they tried to attack, the enemy was too far out of range. If they retreated, the 203rd would outrun them. If they took cover, the Air Mages would just collapse the buildings on top of them. There was literally nothing they could do, except wait to die.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The Captain thought back to his life before the war began. Back to when he lived in the capital with his wife Helen. They had only been married for a year, and lived a simple, happy life working at his wife\u2019s bakery. By the time war was declared, Helen was six months pregnant with their first child. Pierre was forced to leave them due to the Republic\u2019s conscription of all military-age males.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Before Pierre left, he promised his wife, (\u201cI will come back to you, my love. I\u2019ll write to you every single day. And I will return to see you and our child when this war is over.\u201d)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">And now, he would never make that promise. He would never come home to his wife. He would never have a chance to meet his child. He would never lead his men safely through this campaign. He was going to die a pointless, cruel death like so many others in this war.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIt\u2019s over. The battle is lost. We\u2019re finished.\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"2964\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/?attachment_id=2964\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/Tanya-5.png?fit=563%2C596&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"563,596\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Tanya #5\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/Tanya-5.png?fit=563%2C596&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"aligncenter size-medium wp-image-2964\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/Tanya-5.png?resize=283%2C300&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"283\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/Tanya-5.png?resize=283%2C300&amp;ssl=1 283w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/Tanya-5.png?resize=257%2C272&amp;ssl=1 257w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/Tanya-5.png?w=563&amp;ssl=1 563w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 283px) 100vw, 283px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">CHAPTER 9: TRUE VAMPIRE<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;\"><b>TANYA<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Tanya and her battalion hovered high over the battlefield, observing the carnage below. While her subordinates looked on in silent mourning, Tanya was as cold and unemotional as ever.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The Imperial defenses managed to hold out for this long, despite taking huge casualties. As for the Republic they proved to be more troublesome than Tanya expected. Had the enemy finally managed to send some decently trained soldiers to fight, or had her own forces become lazy and incompetent over the past two weeks? In any case the Imperial defenses managed to last this long, despite taking huge casualties.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI&#8217;m impressed how our ground forces managed to hold out with such a shoddy defense.\u201d <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She thought.<\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cReally, what idiot commander decided to send a flame trooper in such a narrow, crowded spot? It\u2019s gonna be a logistical nightmare cleaning the mess left by all this.\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Oh, well. At least now that they\u2019re present, they can finally end this absurd battle.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">&lt;\u201cBATTALION!!!\u201d&gt; The blonde called out to her men. &lt;\u201cThe enemy has made a valiant effort, but their assault ends here! I believe it\u2019s time we send them a clear message! Amiens belongs to the Fatherland! And it will stay that way for however long we wish! If they want to die for this town, let\u2019s grant them their wish! Ready your weapons!\u201d&gt;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The 203rd loaded their guns and charged artillery spells.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">&lt;\u201cAIM!!!\u201d&gt;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">They all paused to aim and awaited the next order.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">&lt;\u201cFI&#8211;\u201d&gt;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">&lt;\u201cWHAT!?\u201d&gt;\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Tanya couldn\u2019t believe what she saw! Without warning, they were just suddenly attacked by a huge barrage of gunfire! She and some of her men managed to evade the shots, but many were torn to pieces in an instant!<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">&lt;\u201cJust where the fuck did that even come from!?\u201d&gt; Tanya cried. &lt;\u201cAll of you, find where those shots came from, now!\u201d&gt; The Air Mages looked around frantically to find this new enemy.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">DuPont and his regiment were confused as well. Right when they were on the verge of death, they were saved by some unknown soldier? Just who came to their rescue?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The answer for all of them came after the firing stopped. Tanya heard a familiar voice that chilled her spine.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><b>\u201cOI! LITTLE MISS KRAUT! DOWN HERE!\u201d<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNo\u2026&#8230;No! This is a joke, right? It can\u2019t be <\/span><\/i><b><i>her!<\/i><\/b><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<div class=\"jetpack-video-wrapper\"><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"660\" height=\"372\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/dF14IoJf8kM?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"336\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/?attachment_id=336\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/05\/Seras-2.jpg?fit=512%2C512&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"512,512\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Seras #2\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/05\/Seras-2.jpg?fit=512%2C512&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-336 \" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/05\/Seras-2.jpg?resize=347%2C347&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"347\" height=\"347\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/05\/Seras-2.jpg?w=512&amp;ssl=1 512w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/05\/Seras-2.jpg?resize=300%2C300&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/05\/Seras-2.jpg?resize=150%2C150&amp;ssl=1 150w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/05\/Seras-2.jpg?resize=400%2C400&amp;ssl=1 400w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/05\/Seras-2.jpg?resize=200%2C200&amp;ssl=1 200w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/05\/Seras-2.jpg?resize=272%2C272&amp;ssl=1 272w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 347px) 100vw, 347px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"text-decoration: underline; font-size: 14pt;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\"><b>SERAS<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><b>\u201cYeah, that\u2019s right! You remember me, don\u2019t you! Last night at the clock tower&#8211;you shot me in the head! Well, guess what&#8211;I got better!\u201d<\/b><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Seras was standing on one of the rooftops just right next to the battlefield in the street.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Seras looked like a completely different person. Her skin and hair had dulled to an almost-white shade. Her eyes were now permanently blood-red. Her Partisan uniform had changed to dark crimson and black, as if they were soaked in blood. What was most frightening was the aura of rage and bloodlust she seemed to give off. In other words, Seras was now a <\/span><b>True Vampire.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Everyone who looked at her was stunned, but for different reasons. To DuPont and his men, she was their avenging angel come to save them. To the Bosche, she was a raging demon coming for their blood. To Tanya and the 203rd, she was a ghost coming back to haunt her!<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Tanya\u2019s men were lost in fear and confusion.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">&lt;\u201cIsn\u2019t that the Partisan spy from last night? I thought we killed her!\u201d&gt; Warren said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">&lt;\u201cThe Major shot her in the head! How did she survive!?\u201d&gt; Visha replied.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNo! This isn\u2019t happening! Why are you here!? WHY ARE YOU STILL ALIVE!?\u201d Tanya screamed at the top of her lungs.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><b>\u201cAh, so you do remember me. Good!\u201d <\/b><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Seras said with a cocky smirk. <\/span><b>\u201cA little birdy told me I\u2019d find you buzzing around this sorry place. I guess he was right! I don\u2019t know what army would be sick enough to send little girls to fight, but they\u2019re the most bloody pathetic one I\u2019ve ever seen!\u201d<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Seras paused for a second and continued, <\/span><b>\u201cI\u2019ve heard a few people call you the \u2018Devil of the Rhine,\u2019 or some bollocks like that. Well, I\u2019ve <\/b><b><i>seen <\/i><\/b><b>the devil! I\u2019ve served him! Fought with him! Seen him tear humans, ghouls, and vampires limb from limb! And you haven\u2019t earned the right to compare yourself to him! Without your friends protecting you, you\u2019re just a sad little girl with a few magic tricks and delusions of grandeur!\u201d<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The Vampire used her enhanced vision to close in on Tanya\u2019s face. The Air Mage was so infuriated that her whole face turned red. Good!<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><b>\u201cSo come at me! All of you! Bring all the magic and bullets you got at me! It won\u2019t matter in the end! Because you\u2019ll never kill me! Not today! Not tomorrow! Not fucking ever! And one last thing&#8211;we have a saying at Hellsing Manor.\u201d<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;\"><b>\u201cBITCHES <\/b><b><i>LOVE<\/i><\/b><b> CANNONS!\u201d<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"2305\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/?attachment_id=2305\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/06\/Seras-With-Harkonnen-II.jpg?fit=512%2C288&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"512,288\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Seras With Harkonnen II\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/06\/Seras-With-Harkonnen-II.jpg?fit=512%2C288&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-2305 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/06\/Seras-With-Harkonnen-II.jpg?resize=512%2C288&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"512\" height=\"288\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/06\/Seras-With-Harkonnen-II.jpg?w=512&amp;ssl=1 512w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/06\/Seras-With-Harkonnen-II.jpg?resize=300%2C169&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/arkhamdeathbattle.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/06\/Seras-With-Harkonnen-II.jpg?resize=484%2C272&amp;ssl=1 484w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 512px) 100vw, 512px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">No more words were spoken. Seras loaded her Harkonnen II\u2019s for another salvo. Tanya and her 203rd prepared their weapons as well. A short, heavy silence broke between them. Each side was ready to fire until every last bullet was spent.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">This was the beginning of their final battle.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">DuPont looked up at this bizarre turn of events. A single girl with two gigantic cannons was taking on the <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">entire<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> 203rd Air Mage Battalion! Somehow, he gave a small smile.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThat girl just saved this war for us!\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;\"><b>TO BE CONCLUDED IN PART 3<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>PREVIOUSLY, ON DEATH BATTLE&#8230;. Seras Victoria, a vampire agent from the Hellsing Organization, was suddenly warped to a strange world ruined by an ongoing World War. She was instructed by Being X to head to the war-torn city of Amiens, where she was to assassinate a child soldier named Tanya Degurechaff. 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