mpbttf2 audrey ligaya wraiths

Audrey promptly ejected the seven-round magazine of her pistol and Ligaya loosed the six spent rounds from her Peacemaker's chamber with practiced ease. Just before the duo could reload their guns, the miasma cloud shifted again - more violently than the last time. Then, ten Wraiths tore through the veil at the same time. Six of them were lunging forward straight towards the pair while four had leapt up higher than the four story buildings that flanked the alley. A wave of dust mixed with the smokey fog burst forward along with the Wraiths and blew through Audrey's and Ligaya's position.

When the dust finally cleared though, most of the ten Wraiths that attacked them were blown to bits and their remains were scattered about the alleyway before dissolving into the glassy dark cubes. The three that remained had been pushed back a few meters by a mysterious, blistering barrage.

A battery of six 105mm M119 light howitzer cannons with smoking barrels stood behind Audrey and Ligaya and were aimed at the exact spots where the attacking Wraiths once were. Then, sitting in front of the pair was the sturdy frame of an M1A3 Abrams main battle tank whose smoking main 120mm Rheinmetall cannon was trained forwards.

There were dozens of shallow claw marks on the tank's upper glacis, on the tank gun and on the face of the turret itself, but all of these slowly disappeared as the tank was wrapped in the glow of olive green magic. A thankful Ligaya had laid a hand on the tank and was patting it like a loyal dog that had done its master proud.

Audrey, meanwhile, was holding onto her golden neckerchief with a calm, confident smile on her face. With one swift swish of her neckerchief, the battery of six M119 reloaded themselves. Then, with a skillful flick of the cloth, the six guns dissolved.

(Magia, Pacem, Bellum Terarrum - Those Fallen, Chapter 2)