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(Have no worries about Brightwall. This won't be any permanent damage.)

Maximilian shrugged. "They seemed to have hit the outer hulls", he lamented and rubbed his forehead, seemingly undisturbed by this act. "Sergeant, if you please... remove these petty obstacles..."

"As you wish, sir", replied his officer and returned the smile. "Roll out the Hull-Breakers!"

Manufactured in secret by underling companies specialising in warfare, were the Hull-Breakers. These monstrous cannons were built to withstand and deliver for one single purpose: to break whatever stood in their way.

As the heavily armoured troops fired upon their foes, blasting the pirates into bloody shrapnels, the crew rolled out the Hull-Breakers to each side of the motherships. They released the levers which pointed the orifice of the weapon into the very centra of their opponents' ships.

Maximilian clapped with his hands. "Fire."

The fuse was lit and the Hull-Breakers song roared like thunder. Their firepower burst through both deck and bottom of several of the pirate ships, sending them crashing to the ground as burning debris.

"Yes! Yes! YES!" laughed Maximilian and clapped his hands together in applause. "They are wondrous! I wonder if the Council will allow the funding of more of these lovely beings?"

"One can only hope, sir", replied the sergeant. "Tell me, shall we deal with these pesky bugs or do we continue straight onward?"

"Send the orders, my good man. The Bastard's Edge will withstand for now with her sisters and deal with these pirate scum. Send out the vessels though. I want them to burn that disgusting town to the ground. Also, please tell the men on the lower levels to board the pirate ships by their battering rams. I don't like those pointy things stuck in the outer hull. It makes this ship look rather... weathered?"

The sergeant shrugged. "You were always the one for neat and clean weapons, sir. But I will do as you command."

As the battle raged on and as vessels as well as pirate ships burned and fell from the skies, Maximilian stood at the prow of the Bastard's Edge and watched the city below him come closer for every second.

He sighed. ''If only those idiot pirate ships could release themselves from my hull. They are spoiling all the fun with this war!''

-

"All ships have launched, sir!" said the captain at Wraith's vessel.

"Understood", replied the rebel. "I wan't this ship to meet up DeRaque's before he manages to fly above the city."

"Are you crazy?" exclaimed the captain. "He will ram us and probably break us as he has with several of those pirate ships!"

"That's a risk I will have to take. To deal with those ships and the army is one thing, but DeRaque... No matter what the outcome of this battle is, I can't allow Maximilian to survive! He must die here! Win or not!"

The captain swallowed. "I... I will take us as far as I dare for now. There are still a hundreds of those vessels soaring around. A few rounds from one of those and I will have to pull us back."

"Understood", repeated the rebel. "But for now... engage!"

The engines roared and the ship lifted before it soared off towards new heights. Heights were the very skies very ignited with flames of war and the lightning of guns...

-

Valkyrie growled angrily as she heard the battle break in the skies outside the city. Invaders as well as defenders fell to the ground in smithereens with loud crashes which caused the very ground to rumble.

People were running around in the streets, screaming and panicking. It seemed like a bleak day to be alive.

Suddenly a sound roar could be heard from somewhere above her. She looked up. It wasn't the largest skyship she had seen, but nonetheless, there was a skyship. A vessel of one of the larger ones, she guessed.

"They are besieging the city!" shouted a woman.

''Who are they? ''speculated Valkyrie. ''They are led by Maximilian DeRaque, but that doesn't say much. Who are they? What is their purpose with this attack?!''

She didn't have time to reflect about it before one of the minor ships landed on one of the broad streets, scraping its sides into the rooftops of the house. The hull opened and soldiers clad from top to toe in heavy steel and armed with muskets and swords came marching out.

Valkyrie wouldn't have considered them a challenge if they hadn't been carrying around those broad shields, as tall as they were themselves.

"Gods", she mumbled.

"Purge the city!" exclaimed what seemed to be this troop's leader. "Leave no vermin standing!"

Vermin?

A misfortunate beggar happened to get in the way of the large men. Their eyes glimmered with disgust inside the darkness of their helmets and they silenced him in a haze of gunsmoke...

Suddenly Valkyrie understood the meaning of the attack. Knowing Maximilian she knew what the purpose of the attack was...

"Bastards!" she growled and pulled out the Bereaver.

As she did the men noticed her. They locked their shields together in a discipline seldom witnessed and marched along the streets in an almost hypnotic behaviour. She fired the many rounds of the Bereaver against them.

One bullet. Two bullets. Three bullets. Nothing seemed to help... The shells merely bounced off their armor and barely left a dent.

"Dammit!" she growled and aimed for the gap in their helmets.

A well-placed shot, managed to penetrate the head of the soldier, sending him to the ground. Yet the troop continued their heavy march against her, seemingly undisturbed by the fact that one of their comrades had died.

Valkyrie began to cold-sweat. ''Fanatics... These... these men... They lack consciousness! They are... fanaticism personified!''

She realised there was little she could do at this point. Perhaps she could arrange for the citizens to evacuate and buy the defence of the town some time? But judging from the battle in the sky, there wouldn't be a defence left soon.

''Was this what Wraith had meant? Had he foreseen this somehow? If he did... then where is he?! Where is that coward?! Where is Wraith!''