Gamer Girl Isekai

Somehow, the nazi survived Emma's first energy lance. This was getting to be quite an unpleasant trend in her enemies, she'd found, and her frustration at the fact mounted quickly. On the other hand, she was a lot quicker at charging them up than she'd once been. And if she didn't have time for another ultra-deluxe heavy duty one, she could still fuck him up with a more standard blast.

"Emma, stop!" She jumped at the voice, flitted her eyes across the room to see Aexilica was the one addressing her. That did sweep a frown across Emma's face, one born from confusion and irritation. She felt the magic crackling in her palms and just barely restrained it enough to answer.

"Stop why?!" She snapped.

"He's an ally! He brought us here to save you!"

Emma blinked, stared at the man as he twitched and groaned on the floor, then glared at Aexilica. "An ally?! Look at him!"

Aexilica blinked back, this time, and frowned with the deepest confusion Emma had ever seen.

"What about him?" She asked, as if he weren't wearing that uniform. Of course she did, Aexilica hadn't the foggiest idea what a nazi even was.

But she did, and on behalf of queer women everywhere Emma knew just what to do with them. She was halfway into charging her next energy lance when the man lunged to his feet, hands aglow and materialising…

Is that a fucking SPAS-15?

Emma's armour was up just in time for the shot to do something other than rip her head off. She saw cracks appear along the hardlight, and was actually able to pick out the sight of individual lead balls trapped within the translucent material where they'd exhausted their kinetic energy trying to penetrate. All were deformed, mushroomed apart or burst into pieces. None were quite as close to the surface as she'd have liked.

On the other hand, her retaliatory energy lance was rather farther from the surface of the nazi's skin than she'd have liked. He leapt aside from it, letting the beam strike the wall behind him. The wall was kill, a big explosion of high-velocity stone fragments and hissing steam, but that didn't do Emma much good. Tough enough to survive a direct hit, the bastard was, of course, completely unhurt by a near-miss. His weapon barked out a few more sprays of buckshot, though Emma didn't so much as flinch this time as she watched them rattle against her armour and fail to penetrate. Seen more clearly, without the lens of fear, she realised most of the pellets were bouncing clean off the surface, while those that bypassed it never made it more than a centimetre deep into the material.

Apparently, her enemy realised too. Another flash caught his hands, and the man's weapon changed once more into…

Fuck.

He raised the M60 up with strong arms and opened fire.

Emma thought she was dead for a second, winced and hissed as the spray of bullets thudded into her. She opened her eyes only after a reluctant moment to find that she had not, in fact, been turned into shredded meat by the fire. Her skin hurt though. Big channels had been dug through her armour where heavy rounds had struck, and parts of her body were actually bleeding. Some of the projectiles had stopped millimetres into her own body—pricking the skin alone.

The nazi was already ripping out his weapon's magazine, moving with blurringly-fast hands to replace it. Emma didn't even have time to react before more rounds thudded into her armour, save that she turned slightly. It was probably the only thing saving her life, because had this next spray caught her already-weakened hardlight she knew it would've found her soft body with ease. Another pause, as her enemy reloaded again. Emma had this one chance to not die—she wouldn't get another.

You're not the only one who can switch weapons asshole.

She whirled, and before her materialised a cylinder of hardlight. Emma had gotten quicker with conjuring, far quicker. It took less than her own reaction time for the space at the back of her barrel to be filled by deep-ocean water, for the hardlight sphere at its centre to disappear, for the cavity that left to be rapidly filled by imploding liquid left pressurised with hundreds of atmospheres. The resulting reaction was more of an explosion than anything else, and the jet of kinetic energy it sent squirting down the barrel did nicely, alongside Emma's own Energy and Force effects, to accelerate her conjured iron projectile.

Did the thing actually ignite as it left the barrel? Maybe that was just a few scraps of oxygen going up in the propellant. The nazi certainly didn't like it. Emma had been trying to dome him, but her accuracy was still shit with this new contraption and the projectile went too low. It perforated a shoulder, all the same, digging clean through his body and leaving another crater in the wall at his back. She watched him fall with no small measure of satisfaction.

"Ha! Take that, nazi!" Emma's delight at the hit was so intense, she barely heard her wounded enemy's retort.

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"I'm not a nazi!" He yelled, voice pitched up by a mix of pain and frustration. It did, actually, give her pause. Emma had never actually spoken to a nazi, but that didn't seem like a particularly nazi-ish response to being called one at least.

"You…What?" Emma couldn't help but blink dully, thrown for a loop. It was just such a strange thing to hear, given the obvious context. What did he mean he wasn't a nazi? One look at him made the very notion absurd.

The man inhaled, and steeled himself, then spoke. "I am not a Nazi. I am a student of pre-war Prussian military doctrine, inspired by the works of Schlieffen, Moltke the Elder, and the structured brilliance of Bismarck. I reject the vulgar ideological impurities of National Socialism in favor of disciplined, rational statecraft."

Emma froze as he spoke, tried to reply. Couldn't. Her mouth just moved, silently. Tongue and lips seeming unable to agree on anything, vocal chords spasming without producing any output. Her confusion was such that all the sounds around her seemed muted and distant.

But she still heard Larry's laughter clear enough, a piercing and heavy roar that struck her as loudly as might a gong tolling beside her ears.

"Why are you called the fuhrer?" Emma demanded, thoughts consolidating all at once with a sensation that felt rather like being smacked in the temple by a brick made out of solid brain matter. Larry just laughed harder, seeming to feed off her frustration and displeasure as he always did.

"I don't." The man growled his answer, getting up with no small amount of grunting exertion. "I call myself The Supreme Commander of the Unified Order, it's the Nocturnae and a handful of overzealous subordinates who call fuhrer."

"That's still a really fucking weird thing to call yourself." Emma pointed out, which for some reason seemed to earn her no admission of rhetorical victory. Instead all she got from the man was a glare and a barked protest from some other nazi currently folded up in a corner and gasping for breath.

"Why are you being an evil dick then?" She added, thoughts now sluggishly rolling over the other matters at hand. "Marching people into chambers and gassing them."

The man looked aghast.

"What in the world are you talking about?!" He frowned. "Who told you that?"

"The…The Nocturnae." Emma realised halfway through saying it that perhaps taking the man's arch enemies at their word regarding his behaviour, while they were so obviously interested in recruiting her, had not been such a good idea.

"I haven't seen any of that." Aexilica added, helpfully. "Though I've not been anywhere except his forts near the fighting."

"I haven't done any of that." The lead nazi emphasised, sounding thoroughly irritated to have even seen it brought up. "They made it all up because me being a lunatic genocider was the only way they could attract allies to fight against me, because they're all evil vampiric monsters."

"Aha!" Emma pointed at him now, vindicated in an instant. "What, other people are not people now? Those who oppose you are…Less than human? Is that it?"

The man blinked, staring at Emma as if she'd just spent the last minute shitting herself in front of him.

"No." He replied, slowly, carefully. "They are literally vampires. Look at them!"

Emma did look at them, just to prove the stupid asshole wrong. She turned to where Isolde was leaning against the wall, and saw the woman's…Incredibly obvious fangs, pale skin, red eyes and practically pulsating aura of dark magic. Then her eyes flickered to the others. Eric, his face seared away by sunlight and fingernails replaced by jagged talons. Marceline, her body re-knitting itself even as her magic re-knit the wall before Emma's very eyes while all the same features presented themselves.

She took those sights in, and did a bit of reconsidering. It was, Emma found herself forced to admit, somewhat possible that she had been ever so slightly misled.

"Ah."

Emma turned now to Isolde, eyes narrowed. "What the fuck?"

For the first time since Emma had met the woman, she seemed ever so slightly uncertain. Split off from Emma by the beam of daylight now cutting the room in half, she appeared to shy away from the glare of the sun as she spoke.

"We are…Special." Isolde told her, stiffly.

"Are you vampires?" Emma asked.

"We have powers humans don't, you've seen them yourself. Longer lives, stronger bodies, sharper minds—"

—"Do you drink people's blood?"

Isolde hesitated. "...We aren't monsters, just not human—"

—"Do you enslave people?" The thought struck Emma quite quickly, and she awaited her answer.

"...Yes, we're vampires." Isolde admitted at last. Emma noticed that she did not deny any of the other accusations, either.

"Lying bitch!" Emma scowled, watching the woman flinch. Isolde's eyes hardened.

"So that's it? In your eyes I'm nothing more than—"

—"You were a hot vampire the whole time and you didn't mention it!?" Emma continued, crushing the woman's voice with her own as rage and frustration vented itself. "Seriously?! Do you have any idea how many times I've flicked myself off to Lucita De Aragon? And you've been keeping THIS from me!?"

"Someone kill her." Larry cut in. "Please, anyone. I don't care how. Use a rock if you have to—she's literally just a tiny unpowered woman under that armour it wouldn't even be hard."

"You…Don't mind?" Isolde's eyes widened, her smile returning.

"Holy shit what?" Emma blinked, baffled by the woman's stupidity. "No I don't mind, this is the best thing that ever happened to me!"

Isolde grinned, showing teeth. Pointed teeth. Awesome.

"Then I can still bite you, you know." She offered. "Make you mine, forever."

"Do it!" Emma practically squealed, right as Aexilica grabbed her by the wrist and started running. "No you dumb bitch, what are you doing?!" Emma screamed.

"We're getting out of here." Aexilica spat. "I came here to save you and I'm not leaving until I have."

"Just go!" Emma urged her. "I'll hold them off while you escape."

"No!"

"Please?"

It was no use, even as Emma struggled she found in Aexilica's grip a band of iron. The woman was hurt, that much she could see easily. There was a great gash in one shoulder, as well as several of what looked suspiciously like shallow gunshot wounds littering her torso and uncountable smaller cuts and scrapes. She was tired, too, no doubt. But even if Aexilica had lost half her strength and Emma found ten times her own, there'd have been no contest between them. She was dragged almost through the air as the Aethiqi woman took off at a sprint.

Vari and the nazis fell into step behind them, just as the wall was nearing its completion.