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However, the dragoons still had to count their casualties- another enemy had joined the fight. The far off advanced looking T-8 machines had already selected a side, and had fired upon Vilgerson in support of the hostile impersonators.
The flurry of reports was hell on the radio network- but Yule finally found an axis to interrupt when Vilgerson reported taking fire.
“…Advanced T-8s?” he said blankly, “They have blotted camouflage? That’s…familiar…” he paused. “Consider them hostile. I’m sure of it.”
Countess Haile was in no place to debate the decision- she had been whisked away by Rheiner, and placed into the safety of hiding in the nearby village while the Lieutenant’s tankers did their best to damage the enemy at point blank range, though their perfect flanking position was spoiled by the confusion of the moment and quick movement by their foe, aligning thick frontal armor against them- the beasts already seemed formidable enough, but yet more plating had been bolted to them as well. A common thread from Krasnyy’s last vehicles.
“I am alright,” the Countess insisted to Rheiner as she was hidden away- her slight frame and smaller height had made it more prudent to carry her rather than escort her traditionally, especially as Krasnyy’s assaults upon her still showed in a stagger in her step and a weakness in her voice, “I’m alright.” A repeated demand, of sorts. “Do not be felled by that <span class="mu-i">ruffian</span>, Lieutenant. The Petrekorans will want to meet you, I am sure.”
She was clearly shaken- but her acting was very, very good, and her request was a persuasive one to, at the least, promise to fulfill.
In the meanwhile, Krasnyy was considering the many tanks arrayed at him, seemingly, to not be of more importance than ranting on the open radio. It wouldn’t have been to anybody in particular- if not for his assumption Wesker would understand him.
<span class="mu-i">”Do you know our history, half blooded brother?”</span> Krasnyy asked the open channel, <span class="mu-i">What has happened to us, the sins against us? We were driven from our homes across the sea, only to find new shackles here. Yet now, our star is rising. We will finally be given our deserved recompense. You are a victim too, you know. You do not have to settle for a place as a lapdog for smug Nauk. You can share a crown they would never suffer you to wear.”</span>
Wesker didn’t have time to ponder on what his mother would think of that proposal, or whether he would take it. He was still advantageously behind a vulnerable foe.
Fiskersonn, in the meantime, barged through several plumes of smoke- shot by the Petrekorans. Were they trying to help? They’d provided Rheiner with cover to hide in, at least. He drove madly in, expecting to find the rear of his foe- he was unpleasantly surprised to look to his flank and see a Bat Ear popped out of the turret of a Petrekoran heavy tank, looking back at him from across the way.
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