The Surface Battle

“Idena, take out those flyers! They’re hitting our flank too hard!” Fran ordered her harpy ally. Idena quickly swooped down and tore a gargoyle apart with her bare hands. This caught the attention of the other gargoyles that were harassing Uratha’s demonic minions as they dealt with the majority of the zombie horde the Nazis had unleashed on the invaders. The gargoyles launched up into the air to meet Idena in her domain, only to realize far too late how bad of an idea that was. Once the gargoyles surrounded the mighty harpy, she allowed a smile to worm its way across her face before she unleashed a powerful omni-directional electric blast that quite literally fried the gargoyles. Chunks of singed flesh fell to the ground and even took out some of the zombies that were marching towards her allies.

“Someone remind me to buy the birdie some Grade-A bird feed when this is all over,” Uratha said as she continued to command her demons into battle against the zombies. “Ladies, I’m afraid my demonic hordes are slowing down and these uncouth people seem to have plenty of zombies left,” the demoness informed her allies. A bright flash of light instantly turned the zombies in front of Uratha’s demons into dust, which allowed them to gain some ground on the Nazis summoning the zombies.

“You wouldn’t happen to have any other demons as a trump card, would you?” asked Fran as she continued to fight off Nazi soldiers. Her breaths had become labored and her moves had begun to slow down. Thanks to her paladin abilities, she had been perfect for fighting against the undead, but she had overextended herself and was low on mana.

“Well, I do have something,” admitted Uratha. “They aren’t horde based and I haven’t exactly tamed them. The best I can offer is that they probably won’t kill us,” she informed Fran.

“Do it. See if they can take out those summoners. I’m not sure how much longer Tanya can last either,” the leader of the group said as she looked through the corner of her eye to watch the ebony **** knight’s fight.

Tanya, once again, took a blow to her abdomen which caused her to fly across the battlefield. Her aerial flight also had her take out some zombies by happenstance but her opponent took out double that as it marched towards her. The creature she fought was like nothing she’s ever seen in any necromancy cult. The creature of pure flesh and the size of a house was clearly not a normal zombie but one that was handcrafted first and then raised from the dead.

“Zee flesch giants vill end zeze hinder lobers!” announced the German commander in a horrible German accent. “Zee brofezor outtid himzelf vith zis creadure. I can only himagine vat his berfect sompie vill pe,” the excited commander told his troops, which seemed to rally them to fight on even more ferociously.

“I’m tired of all these mother fucking flesh giants, in this mother fucking battlefield!” yelled Tanya as she threw her battleax into the head of the flesh giant. The sheer power of the throw caused the giant zombie to swagger back and forth as it lost its balance. Idena, seeing an opportunity, dove down and gave the flesh giant a shock on its head, which was multiplied by the giant piece of metal in its head. The power of the two fold attack caused the creature to fall to the ground.

“Ok, assholes, let’s see how you like fighting one of these things!” she said as she grabbed the handle of her battleax.

“Raise Undead!” she shouted as she channeled necrotic energy from herself, through her axe, and into the felled flesh giant. The creature glowed green as John’s first **** knight began to take over control of the giant from the Nazi necromancers. A dark green mist seems to evaporate off of the flesh giant as a brighter green mist overtakes the gigantic creature. Its flesh, which was clearly decaying and poorly stitched together, was given a vast makeover. The decaying skin not only stopped its clear decay but even regrew and seemed to harden, to give the giant some natural armor. The stitches that held the pieces together seemed to fuse along the stitches, giving the creature of flesh one piece of skin instead of mere pieces held together with thread like a quilt.

“Zee flesch giant is changing! Zis is himbozible!” the commander shouted, clearly confused and scared at what was happening to their creation.

“Now, bare witness to the power of pure necromancy!” announced Tanya as the flesh giant, now clearly a foot taller than before, towers over the Nazis and their army of zombies. Tanya jumps onto the shoulder of her flesh giant and begins her counter attack. “Now, Stomper, do your thing!” she orders as she decides to name the new creature under her command. It lets out a bone chilling scream as it marches towards the zombies, who quickly fall to its powerful stomps and mighty slams. “Fear the power of Lady ****!” cackled Tanya as her new pet decimated the horde of undead.

“Well she seems totally sane and well adjusted,” remarked Uratha as she finished her summoning of her latest demonic troops. Only three demons were summoned with this ritual, but there were some differences between the pride and wrath demons Uratha summoned earlier. While the previous two looked very similar just with slightly different weapons, this new demon towered over them in height. Cloth was wrapped around these demons, including over their eyes, which seemed to indicate they were blind but that did not seem to be the case. The creatures did share the scythes of the prides but the blades seemed to be larger and sharper. The purpose was made clear once, after letting out a blood curdling screech, the three demons disappeared from their spot and reappeared behind the summons and swung their scythes. Everyone is quiet for a moment as the Nazi summoners look at each other for a moment as their colleagues suddenly slid off their own bodies.

“They did the thing from the silly shows that Miho watches!” Idena sputtered out.

“I swear, my life has turned into a goddamn anime show since I joined with John Newman,” grumbled Fran as she sliced her own wave of zombies clean in two. “At least he respects my power and gives me the authority I deserve,” rationalized Fran as the group, now having a large advantage pushed towards the entrance of the compound.

“Fall pack! Fall pack!” ordered the Nazi commander as he quickly made his way to the door and attempted to open it before Fran’s distraction team could reach him and whatever of his troops remained. Idena, thanks to her ability to fly, was able to reach them before they could open the door and began to pick off the soldiers one by one.

“Ha! I made it! Vu sdubid Americans vill neffer sdop zee Fourth Riech!” taunted the commander as he was the only one to get through the door and close it before Fran and the others could reach him.