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Chaotic Clusterfuck

Chapter 19

-VB-

Dauntless looked out into the city’s skylines and saw how quickly the batarians were being brought down. 

This attack had been the most catastrophic failure that the batarians had been involved in. Everywhere else, they would retreat before they took too much losses or got enough slaves to fill their holds. They were smart enough to not attack places like Paris and New York City because of the famous defenders that even third world politicians knew the names of like Legend, Rime, Alexandria, Eidolon, D’Chevalier, and more. 

But Brockton Bay? 

Lung would wreck more of the city than he would save by taking on the raiders, and he didn’t move away from Trainyard and the Pirate’s Cove, which was also his “territory.” 

So how?

He watched as “magic,” something that System mages insisted was real, shot up from the city and pierced through the transports with advanced elemental attacks. 

PRT and Protectorate had System mages who could do what the unknown defenders were doing. Myrrdin was their best System mage. 

But no one, not even India with its still massive population, had enough System mages in one place to show off a plethora of attacks like what he was witnessing. 

“It’s a bloody danmaku.”

He looked to his left at his partner in the sky, Laserdream.

“Danmaku?”

“It’s Japanese for ‘bullet curtain.’ A lot of earlier Japanese arcade games employed so many bullets that that’s what it looked like to players. And … there’s at least four dozen of those fireballs.”

Dauntless hummed. Fireball was a well known System mage spell. It was almost same as the tabletop game Dungeons and Dragon spell that fired off a ball of fire that would explode when it reaches the target or if it gets disrupted. 

And so many of them were exploding in the skies above that the batarian transports had to swerve around frantically. Or die in a fiery explosion. 

He looked around and paused when his eyes landed on a single transport that had gone out of its way to land closer to the western edge. 

He hefted his spear up and let lightning course through it. When he felt his spear reach its peak capacity… he threw.

His arm screamed with the power he was putting behind it, and then the spear screamed as it tore through the sky. 

Lightning crackled all around it as it made space vibrate in its passing. 

Then it struck.

The transport, which had to weigh a dozen tons at the very least 100 tons, lurched as his spear slammed into it and then spun in the air as the momentum carried over without piercing straight through the transport. The transport let out a high pitched whine as it fell spinning and then -.

Boom…!

Laserdream whistled. “... Nice. Did you just nail that thing from over half a mile away?” she asked in awe.

“About. My max is about two miles.”

“Can you even see what you are hitting at that range?”

“Not really. It’s why you don’t see me throw it that far.” He paused and turned toward the south. He watched as a dozen and more transports tried to land there… only to get lit up by fireballs and anti-air guns.

-VB-

I watched from th safety of my Bounded Field hidden mansion as my installed AA guns fired their first shots. My girls sat alongside the couch with me in our living room as a squadron of Batarian troop transports tried to come down on South Brockton Bay. We watched them on the television connected to three dozen cameras. 

A bounded field was a product of magecraft, and could be used for a number of phenomena, one of which was perceptual concealment from those not keyed to it. Of course, it wouldn’t work for someone already inside of the bounded field, but in this case where my manor was moderately away from even suburbia, didn’t have any other infrastructure around it aside from a road, and with roaming ajin on the look out for any and all hostels for them to butcher for fun, it was highly unlikely that the Batarians would be able to harm us. 

The anti-air guns fired their loads. Even during the day, their crossfield fire lit up the sky with lines of tracer bullets that blurred after the troop transports. The transports tanked quite a few hits with their mass effect shields… but then some of my clones, who were Gamer mages and magi, attacked with magical attacks. What looked like a fireball, much slower than bullets, burst up from multiple locations throughout my protected area, and slammed into the transports. 

And exploded. 

The unexpected attacks caught all of the transports by surprise, and the landing run they had been planned quickly changed and they tried to take off and away. 

But they were close enough to the ground that my invisible ajins, most of which could not fly but could jump rather high, jumped and landed on them. 

They tore into the transports. Only I could see them attack, so to others like my wives, it must have looked like the ships just tearing itself apart in ways that made no sense. Bullets, after all, did not leave claw marks on the ship.

The transports shook and swerved before they crashed down to the ground. 

I grinned as my clones began to swarm the crashed ships. They would find any and all batarians, put them to death, and then strip them of all of their equipments so that we could salvage element zero. 

And, of course, we would need to defend our loot from opportunistic vultures. 

-VB-

A/N: Brockton Bay, for all of the juicy loot and potential slaves it has, proved to be too much for the batarian raiders.