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Part 3: We're off to See the Mountain
Corporal Argent of the 247th Union Army saw something odd coming across the field. Calling over to his commanding officer, he wasn't quite sure what to think of the giant armored beast lumbering through the plain. "It must be a confederate trick! Fire!!" Muskets versus armored tanks may seem like a good idea, but it's not. Two shots from the APC's Quad-MK3 later, and the Fort is leveled.
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Back on the other side of the battlefield, Squire William Firestone saw a giant dragon approaching his post high in the mighty oak. "Uh, sire, what're we supposed to do against a dragon?" The poor squire never got his answer, as the tree suddenly decided it would rather be laying down (with a little help from that rascally Yamato again.)
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The Rampage and the Dragoon come swinging in behind the Giant Mech, just in time to be destroyed by an office building. The Axis Yamato played the part of demolitions expert in taking down the building on top of the hapless EllerDrachen troops.
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This activity gave the APC a chance to get into position, where a shot with the Quad-MK3 took out the Yamato Cannon, and a second shot took out a leg, effectively crippling it. The APC pilot didn't plan the maneuver particularly well, however, as the Quad-MK3 was destroyed by another one of the guns on the Mech. The EllerDrachen forces converged on that gun and dispatched it summarily. While puzzling over the broken cannon, the Federation mechanik met with a most unfortunate end, his torso being most unexpectedly separated from his legs by a well-placed Union cavalry shot.
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The Axis puzzled over its current predicament. There were but two soldiers left, the hapless pilot of the Mech, and an Astromech mechanik hanging around in the rubble of the city, with no good in his beady little circuits. The Astromech proceeded to roll around the backside of the battlefield picking up parts to reconstruct a vehicle of some sort, good for doing lots of lovely damage against the accursed Federation. The Pilot bided his time, waiting for a chance to escape and partake in just that one last little bit of premeditated undesired enemy amputation.
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