mpbt15 serafina witch

"She's coming closer!" Michi warned, pointing her naginata at the direction of the noise. "Audrey! Smoke her out!"

"Got it!" The American quickly waved her neckerchief around gracefully, spawning four dozen of her 20mm flak guns in a circle around them. "Here goes!"

The flak guns fired in unison, producing a thick cloud of smoke and shrapnel that filled the city square. The shape of the fallen angel was quickly imprinted in the shrapnel cloud; its forlorn face and blazing sword drawing too close for comfort quickly, coming from Michi's blindside. Michi saw this and a bead of cold sweat traced down her neck. She wouldn't be able to defend in time.

"Ligaya!" Audrey quickly barked, "Get her off our backs!"

"I'll try!" Ligaya cried, raising her hand up to the sky. Three P-51 Mustang fighter planes flew over that city square and the cloud of shrapnel, peppering the approaching Witch with heavy machinegun fire. The Witch shrugged off the plane's bullets, unscathed by the swift fly-by. The attack run, though, was just enough to dispel the Witch's invisible veil and to irritate it into chasing the planes.

(Magia, Pacem, Bellum Terarrum, Chapter 15)