DMZ, Village Entrance
"ATTAAAACK!"
Hundreds of centaur warriors and mounted mercenaries thundered into the DMZ, their hooves and boots tearing throught tents and bodies alike. Flames spread fast. Screams spread faster. The raiders hacked down anything that moved.
"Cap'n, our boys made contact with the demons-they're running like cowards! We even got a few already, still hunting the rest!"
The raiding captain grinned.
"Hah! When the report said those new guards weren't carrying muskets, I worried they'd fight with some fancy magic. Good. Orders stay the same-kill the demons first, then everyone else. Go."
"Yes, sir!"
The lieutenant rode back toward the burning tents, laughing as he yelled instructions.
---
The Raiders are sweeping the village door to door, killing men and children whether they are resisting or not, and raping the female inhabitants no matter what their age.
The beastwoman from earlier was pinned beneath a pile of raiders, her "husband" and "son" lying cold beside her.
"Ah… Ah… P-Please… Do whatever you want… just don't kill me… ah… I can always-"
"You're noisy." The raider muttered, and slit her throat without slowing his thrusts.
She choked on blood, body twitching weakly while the man kept using her.
All around, villagers tried to fight with forks, shovels, or whatever they can make as a weapon, while the more educated villagers, "which are few in number," shoot fireballs, ice spikes, or whatever attack magic they can at their assailants.
"FUCK! IF ONLY I HAD MY AXE!" One of the resisting men curses his situation before his head gets separated from his body by one of the mounted raiders.
Their weapons had all been confiscated by the demons earlier as part of the makeover deals, saying that a weapon to kill doesn't reflect a happy family.
"WHERE THE HELL ARE THE SOLDIERS!?" one man screamed before another shoved past him.
"Fuck this, I'm outta here," the other men deciding to bail out.
Meanwhile, the demons weren't doing any better than the villagers. Jehovah's Accusess-those cheerful door-knocking zealots-were being killed left and right by the raiders.
"Sir! Please! We come in peace! We only wish to share the words of-ARGH-!"
A sword slash the demon.
"I got a demon! HAHAHA!" the raider cheered. He sliced off the horns and tail, then cracked open the torso with childish curiosity.
"Hmm, strange… hey! This one doesn't have any crystal,".
"I know, other guys are also saying the same thing." His companion said. "None of these demons have a crystal."
"Tch, that's the pricey part," said the raider, feeling disappointed.
---
A few hundreds meters away, three Jehovah Accusess were cornered. The eldest, robes torn and glowing, managed to conjure a shimmering shield.
"Don't worry, childrens, I can do this for a long time. Our Demon God is protecting us,"
Rocky Hill Overwatch
One kilometres away, a demon sniper from the Ranger exhaled
"…ready."
"Send it," the spotter murmured.
BANG.
His TAC-50 sniper rifle roared
DMZ Village
The magic shield shattered like glass.
The priest blinked. "Huh-?"
The raiders charged in screaming, hacking the trio to pieces. They had no idea why their prey suddenly lost divide protection-but they didn't question miracles when they benefiited. What they didn't notice was the "security camera" perched on a pole nearby, capturing everything.
Murica, A bar somewhere in southern Murica
All of the customers sat frozen, eyes glued to the TV. They don't want to miss any moment of the show.
"Man… this is insane…" one whispered
"I know. Production value is off the charts."
"EXCUSE ME! Can I get a beer-"
"SSSHHHH!"
The entire bar hissed at him. He lowered his hand apologetically and didn't dare to speak again.
The Black House, Master Bedroom
Solo and Lilith sat cross-legged on the couch. A massive bowl of popcorn sat on Solo's lap. Sometimes Lilith grabs the popcorn without leaving her eye on the screen.
"KYAA~" she shrieked, hiding behind Solo's arm before peeking again.
FOB Doors, Production Control Room
"Cam 2, pan left! Stay with the mounted rider!"
"Cam 6, give me that establishing shot-no, THAT tent, the one on fire!"
"CAM 3! IF YOU DON'T FIX THAT FOCUS I'LL USE YOUR FUCKING EYEBALLS AS LENSES!"
Belphy barked orders like a deranged conductor. Beside him, Hannya scrolled on an iPad.
"What's that… thing?" Belphy asked.
"It's called a tablet. Basically like a mini computer that can connect with any other computer that's connected to the internet. It'll be released to the public soon."
"Hmph, another Solo-Bub's plaything. But it's too small. Who watches a movie on that?."
"There will be a smaller version of these called a smartphone."
"I can't keep up with you people."
"Sir-we just hit thirty million viewers."
"Ooh, not bad. Hm?"
Belpyh's attention got distracted by one of the monitors that was showing a human girl running.
"Well, well. Our heroine arrives." Belphy grinned.
He flicks his finger at Hannya.
"Hannya, tell the military. Damsel is in play. Switcher-cut to Cam 14 in 3… 2… 1… go!"
DMZ Alleyway
Ivy sprinted through the narrow streets from 2 raiders while clutching her gold pouch.
"SHE'S HEADING THAT WAY," a raider shouted.
Ivy darted into a cramped alley and hid behind a crate. The raiders thundered past.
She exhaled-
-and froze as another raider stepped into the alley behind her.
"ACK!"
The raider tackled Ivy down and pinned her with his weight. Her golds spilled everywhere.
"Hahaha, jackpot! You even bring loot with you."
She bit his hand hard until the raider's blood starts dripping, but he barely flinched.
"Aaahaha, a wild one, eh?"
He hammered fists into her stomach.
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
"Oof-ah-hhh-"
Every time the punch landed, the pain made Ivy slowly lose her energy.
"Don't worry, I won't ruin your cute face,"
Feeling that Ivy is weak enough, the raider then starts making his way and tearing Ivy's panties and stripping his own pants.
FOB Doors, Production Control Room
"Hannya, tell our guy to give her some kind of weapon. Make it look natural."
"Got it."
Hannya relays Belphy's request to the military using her own headphone.
DMZ Alleyway
Above Ivy and her assailant, there are 2 Delta Force hiding in the roof.
"Where the hell are we supposed to find a 'natural weapon'?" one operator whispered irritably.
"…hey, maybe that stick can work? I think it's pointy enough."
The operator takes the stick and carefully drops it so it lands close enough to Hannya.
Thud
Ivy saw the stick. The raider didn't.
"Hehehe… now, be good. If you're tasty enough, maybe I'll-"
He never finished
Ivy surged up and rammed the stick straight through his dick.
Blood sprayed everywhere.
Then she stabbed again.
And again.
And again.
"AAAAGHHH! NO! STOP PLEASE-!!" screams the raider.
Murica, Same Bar
"KYAAA~"
Every man in the room whimpered and cupped their crotch instinctively.
The Black House, Master Bedroom
"KYAA~"
Solo screams with a girly voice and clutching his face.
Lilith leaned forward eagerly.
"THAT'S IT, GIRL! STAB HIM RIGHT IN THE BALLS! MUAHAHAHA!"
DMZ Alleyway
Ivy staggered to her feet, panting, drenched in her rapist blood. She ran again and didn't look back.
The sniper spotter noticed movement in the distance-three centaurs closing fast on Ivy's path. These guys are bad news for the heroine. No rape, pure slaughter.
"Take them."
"… ready." the shooter replies.
"Send them."
BANG.
A centaur's head exploded like a pinata.
BANG.
Another had a soccer-ball sized hole punched through his torso.
The third, not understanding what hit his friends, decided to dash away at speed. A correct decision, as a bullet flying behind his head missed the intended target and hit a wall.
Pssht Pssht Pssht
But three suppressed bursts from nearby HK416s shredded him mid-stride.
"Target's down," one operator said. "Kovalski, you owe me a drink for cleaning your mess,"
"…fuck off," replies his comm.
The operators chuckled.
FOB Doors. Production Control Room
"Time for the finale," Belphy said. "Send in the knights."
3 miles from the DMZ
"WE GOT THE GREEN LIGHT! EVERYONE MOVE OUT!"
Humvees and APCs roared to life-Rangers en route for tonight's "mission." PFC Bella sat in a Humvee muttering her lines.
"Oh no… they are killing the enemy… no, the enemy… no-shit-"
DMZ, Village Center
The raider captain spotted the incoming convoy.
"Hmph. Demon chariots glow like a damn lighthouse. No stealth at night. Tell everyone we're done here-retreat."
"Yes, Cap'n!"
---
15 Minutes Later
Rangers poured into the DMZ, squads spreading out with assigned cameramen in tow.
They are starting to sweep the village. Inside a tent, a few raiders were still looting.
"What th-"
BANG BANG BANG BANG
"Clear!"
They moved on.
---
PFC Bella and her squad sweeping through the road carefully. The cameraman kept his lens glued to her face, making her visibly dizzy.
"KYAAAA! HEEELP!"
Everyone froze. The screams come from a group of people running in their direction.
"Contact,10 o'clock," said the squad captain.
All of the squad aim in the same direction and see Ivy sprinted toward them-six mounted raiders behind her
"GRAB HER! BRING HER TO CAMP!" One raider shouted.
"He—HEY LOOK! DEMON SOLDIERS!" another yelled as they realized they had company.
Bella's squad hesitated-their objective blocked their shots.
"Pe-permission to engage??" Bella choked.
"Are you stupid?? That's Damsel! We can't risk shooting at her."
Bella's eye twitched
"Uugh… AH SCREW IT."
She unfurled her wings and sprang into the air.
With a perfect vantage point, she aimed her M240L.
"Much better."
RATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATA-
A biblical storm of bullets shredded raiders and horses alike. Limbs, dust, and gore exploded everywhere.
"NYAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" She laugh maniacally.
When her ammo belt finally emptied, she descended beside Ivy, with her face gleaming
"Aaaah, that was so refreshing."
"Umm... thanks?" Ivy was still confused with the situation.
"Oh-sorry if I scared you! I was having a very bad week on the training ground."
Bella then just remembered that the camera has been kept pointing at her all this time. Her confidence evaporated instantly.
She stiffly faced the lens.
"Err... umm… o-oh NO! WE ARE KILLING THE CIVILIANS!"
She yelled this while standing knee-deep in blood, bone shards, and mangled raider meat.
FOB Doors, Production Control Room
Belphy ripped off his headset and slammed in onto the floor.
"WRITE THAT GIRL'S NAME AND RANK! WE'RE FILING A COMPLAINT!"