“Cough Cough Cough… R-Ray-Ray! There’s charcoal in my panties! I-it feels rough! (>///”

“No time for that! Just duck your head down and run like a panther!”

"I'm sorry. I ran out of spell slots to transform. (T_T)"

"... Now's not the time to--GRENADE!"

"NYAAAAAAH! (@[email protected])!"

Kingdom of Italy. In the First Great War, it was a member of the Allied Powers. As it was right at the borders of Austrian-Hungary and Bulgaria, the Italian nation was one of the Central Power's first target to launch a full scale invasion from the land and the air. If Imperial Germany were to gain control of the country, they would have a direct acess for setting up their navy in the Mediterranean sea. As of now, they’re gaining control in the English Channele between the mainlaind Europe and the British Isles. It was only a matter of time before they conduct pincer attack with their own Imperial German Dreadnoughts and notorious Untersee Boats,

Right now, the situation was in a blazing battle in Italy. In the streets and canals of Venice. There was a certain Canadian Pilot and a Canadian Witch who burst out from the heart of a fireplace of a ruined house and took to the street. They could hear rifle bullets and aerial machine guns going on overhead.

“Wait, don’t go down that way, Ray-Ray! That Kraut Magician can read your mind every 10 seconds, you need to outsmart her and go in the opposite direction after your first decision!”

“God-d*mn it, why is voodoo so complex!? What happened to the good old days were old men in pointed hats wave around staffs and go on long adventures with little people.”

“APOLOGIZE TO MY CULTURE—GYAAAAH!”

The reason why a certain Canadian Witch made that wierd sound was clear. Someone from the German forces tried to take a head shot at her with his Gewehr 88 rifle. He was not a magician, rather a regular soldier. In the heat of battle, he didn’t care if his target was a man or witch. If it was someone who didn’t wear the German Uniform (or other Central Power Allies) shoot on sight. Hence why the Canadian Witch ducked under a broken car. There was screaming, and it wasn’t from the whistling of the bullets.

“Ray-Ray! Shoot him, shoot hiiiiim!”

“My revolver only has a maximum of eight rounds. I’ve already used it to scare off the magic woman who was taking pot shots at us with arrows made from ice.”

“WHY THE H*LL DID YOU TRY AND SCARE HER! YOU F**KING SHOOT HER!”

“Hey don’t blame me, I’m still confused about the witch to witch rules of engagement. I can’t tell if I’m allowed to shoot another voodoo person or something!”

“MAGICIAN! MAGICIAAAAAN!!”

The situation was as followed. The Canadian Pilot and Canadian Witch were part of an air raid conducted by the No 10 Naval Squadron (callsign Black Flight). They were to suppress enemy air forces from aiding the German ground and tank forces from gaining too much land too quickly. That was the mission. However, in the heat of things, a stray German Fokker plane accidentally clipped its wings with the Canadian Pilot’s triplane Sopwith Camel carved with the name Black Maria. They were forced to go out of control (more common than being shot down) and they had to bail out when they were close to the roof of an Italian apartment. By the off chance, they landed down a chimney, which is why they were covered in soot and remnants of broken charcoal.

“Don’t you have a spare weapon or something, Ray-Ray! I can fight other spellcasters, but I'm forbidden to drop people who don't know what the h*ll magic is! I'll be either kicked out from the Witch Corp or worse! I need a gun to protect myself from these Kraut [email protected]!"

“Hold up. Didn’t you boast you can store a cr*p tone of gear in that Pocket Space thing you mentioned. Didn’t you think of storing a gun inside in the first place?”

“It’s packed with extra clothes and my make-up kit! How could I possibly know I would need a full survival kit or flare gun!? I wasn't expecting to get shot down behind enemy lines, Mr. Ace Pilot!"

“…And you call yourself my supporter.”

“RAY-RAY! PLANE!”

“We don't have one, remember? Black Maria... god rest her soul, got smashed in the ravine. We need to--"

"NO! NO! BIG @SS PLANE INCOMING!"

"...Sh*t."

Raymond Collishaw may have swore, or maybe not if we’re talking about historical accuracy. He was a gentlemen and a pilot of the sky, so he saw no reason why he should curse so casually. However, he was still human, even a righteous man like him will swear like a drunken sailor when a Fokker D.2 with four machines guns would try and slice his head off with its wings. As the Canadian Witch was very close to the Canadian Pilot, of course she would yank out the revolver from his hand to fight back in order to protect him.

“PATRIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!”

“WAIT, SLEIPNIR! DON'T---”

*BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG*-- *Click* *Click*…*Click*…. *Click**Click**Click**Click**Click* *Click**Click**Click**Click**Click* *Click**Click**Click**Click**Click* *Click**Click**Click**Click**Click* *Click*

... In the end, the Fokker D.2 fell down, in order to get enough air lift to clear the buildings. In other words, it was still alive.

“RAY-RAY! WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS WAND? IT CAN'T EVEN DROP A PLANE PROPERLY!? AND DOES IT ONLY HAVE SEVEN CHARGES, THE H*LL!?”

“I TOLD YOU, IT’S A F**KING REVOLVER THAT ONLY HAS A MAXIMUM OF 8 ROUNDS! THAT’S ALL WE HAVE TO DEFEND OURSELVES.”

“……Uuuh.”

“DON’T YOU DARE CRY AFTER WHAT YOU’VE DONE, YOUR RECKLESS WITCH!”

In the end, the Canadian Pilot and Canadian Witch had to sneak around squads of German soldiers, crippled tanks with only a handful of grenades, blast their way though blockades with their enemies gun, kicked over an unexpecting Hungarian wizard, and ducked under their allied fences to safety.

“Sob…There’s mud in my cleavage, Ray-Ray (TxT).”

“You can have all the showers you want when the enemy front is five miles behind us!”