NELLO & PASTRACHE ~2ND~ :: (THE REINCARNATION STORY OF 'A DOG IN FLANDERS' IN A TRANSMIGRATION NOVEL)
:: Dear Diary..... My jaw still hurts from last time. I don’t know when I’ll be able to properly chew on anything hard, let alone stuff something in my mouth and keep it from falling off my tongue. The past few days, I’ve been eating nothing but mash potatoes. It hasn’t hurt my finances, but a girl could only eat so much potatoes and bananas for so long. So I decided to try another job, to raise up some money. This time, I’m going to treat myself to a king size meal! ::
>> WARNING! You are under attack by a Manticore Lv 20!!
>> Manticore used RAZOR CLAW!!
>> Out of effective range. Dealt you 1/4 Slashing Damage.
>> Your Health Point is now 8 / 20. Please heal.
“NELLO! NELLO! NELLOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOO!”
Pastrache was running.
She was running faster than she had ever sprinted in her entire life. Even when she had won the 100 meter, 1000 meter, and even the 500 meter relay races in her elementary school track-and-field, none of those previous landspeed could compare to the record she shattered today.
How such Olympic level talent blossomed in her was very simple to explain.
A giant half-lion, half bat, scorpion tailed beast was chasing after her at breakneck speed.
Fast as a cheetah, sleek as a panther, witty as a mountain cat. With 900 pounds of killing fury riding in it's paws, it chased after what it called tonight's dinner.
A plump Half-Elf with a delicious looking @ss.
“NELLO! WHERE DID YOU GO!? WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME BEHIND! NELLOOO!”
For the record, the T-34 Russian Tank reincarnated from another world did not abandon the Half-Elf. Nyet, nyet, nyet. Pastrache had some private matters to deal with... you know, private matters... Sigh. Natural call.
So it was obvious a lady could not bring a boy with her under such circumstances. Especially if her companion was a Tank.
... Bad move.
Worse, when she thought when the coast was clear she... did her business... and soaked Manticore's tail in human ammonia.... Can you blame her. Who would expect a big@ss monster curling up in the bushes for a nap!? WHO!?
“HELP! NELLO! I LOVE YOU! I I REALLY DO! SO PLEASE COME OUT OF A FOREST AND RUN THIS BEAST OVER!—HELP ME! HELP MEEEEEEEEE!!"
Pastrache doubled her current speed, throwing her legs into the wind to increase her distance from the Lv 20 Manticore that was charging right after her.
But even when she was on the verge of breaking her own sound barrier, it was only a matter of time before the Manticore would pounce on her body, strip her of her clothing, and force her to have its ba—
“STOP! STOP! TH-THE FACT THAT THIS BEAST IS PANTING HEAVILY IN THE WRONG MANNER IS SCARING ME! G-GET AWAY FROM ME, Y-YOU PERVERTED FLUFFBALL! S-STOP TRYING TO BITE MY @SS! I-I’M NOT INTO THAT KIND OF PLAY! NYAAAAAAAAAH!”
With a cat like scream, the Half-Elf Girl kept running down the woods. In all of her fleeting madness, she completely forgot where she was. The girl wasn’t even sure if she was heading in the right direction. She hoped to at least run back to a certain Soviet Tank who was waiting for her by the river bank.
Alas, every forest look the same when you're running for your life.
She was screwed.
“D-DON’T F**KING JINX MEEEEEEEE—NYAAAAGHHGG!”
The Half-Elf unfortunately struck into a root. Not trip over, that's too cliched. No, this thick root arced over the ground like some kind of miniature bridge, exactly at throat level. So it obvious gave the Half-Elf a foot-ball style tackle.
Flipped once. Flipped twice. Flipped three times over the outstretched tree root before she collapsed in a heap. When she shook the stars out of her head, she remembered what she was doing and tried to pick herself up.
Only for a certain scorpion tail to wound around her ankle, and drag her backwards across the grass.
Like a scary @ss scene from a horror movie.
"GYAAAAAAH! NELLO! PLEASE DON'T LET THIS GIANT DOG TAKE ME! I-I DON'T WANT TO HAVE MANTICORE BABIES! TH-THE LABOUR PROCESS WILL BREAK MY BODY! SAVE ME! SAVE MEEEEEEEEEE!"
No matter how much Pastrache screamed, no one answered.
Even the band of adventurers who happened to be passing by heard her, they all saw the beast that towered over her and fled. Not even the honest looking Priest gave a second thought. They left behind their gear and tents.
“…….Why…why is everyone so cruel to meeee! HEEEEK!?”
Pastrache tried to struggled, but could only squeak when she felt a paw rub into her back to pin her down. With some courage, she flipped around to start delivering kicks, stomps, and flails into the beast that held her down.
Alas, this beast was Level 20 and she a Level 5 Adventurer. All of her attacks were no higher than 0.5 points worth of damage.
“Wait! No! D-don’t flip me over! H-Hyaaaahnn! D-don’t nuzzle my back dooooor wi-with your nose! Gnnng! I-I'm not a cat! I-I'm not a caaaaaat!"
The Half-Elf Girl squealed after the scorpion tail flipped her onto her stomach. Once again she felt something heavy weigh down on her back, trapping her center of gravity. She couldn't push herself up, no matter how hard she tried.
Feeling the Manticore begin to nuzzle its nose across the hills of her bottom and the inner valley of her thighs... the Half-Elf cried.
"N...no I...I don't want it on the ground... i-it's dirty...a-and out in the open...p-people will see us...I...I'll be destroyed physically and socially...A-Are you listening you f**king cat, s-stop nibbling at my thighs--aaannahhhggg! S-stupid Elven Blood! Why are we so sensitive to kinky sh*t!?"
Large razor teeth clamped onto her belt. They were about to cut through the leather and split it open... in order to free the covers that shielded her natural pride as a woman. It was ready to rip it all off.
Like a Goliath Bear pulling off the skin from a Buccaneer Salmon.
"...I...I hate this...I...I hate this reality so much...Sniff..."
No weapon, no power, not one-hit skills or advance defenses... Pastrache had no choice but to resign herself to the hand that Fate dealt to her.
She will...... become the Manticore's bride... sniff.
“…Nello, I’m sorry. I…I’m going to be someone’s mother…Forgive me... Sniff.”
The Half-Elf squeaked when she felt one of her leather belts get cut by the Manticore's fangs...Now, it proceeded to go down between her--
“STAY AWAY FROM BIG SIS YOU FAT CAT!”
A mighty iron beast smashed through a wall of trees and boulders.
It soared about 10 inches off the ground and it dove straight at the Manticore and the Half-Elf Girl. The first thing the Manticore did was gasp violently. Not because it was shocked from this Dukes of Hazard Stunt.
It was because the tip of a 3 meter long cannon rammed into its gut like the lance of a jousting knight! What ho!
“…..AH MY GODDESS, NELLO! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!”
“HANG ON BIG SIS! I’LL PROTECT YOU!”
Nello the T-34 Soviet Tank rushed onto the ground, slamming its tracks onto the dirt with a heavy thud. The Manticore it tackled with his nose flew over.
A pop can drop kicked by a child. The barrel adjusted its angle, and then—
The 76 mm Tank Gun fired. It released a howl loud enough to force the trees to sway in fear and the ground to jump like a startled rabbit. It launched a shell capable of cutting through 30 mm armor plating and 30 inch stone walls. A sonic boom followed after it's flight.
"Uwoooh! Th-that fayt cat is super fast!"
"Wa-watch out Nello! It must have this advanced Speed Skill!"
Pastrache guessed right. The moment the Manticore sensed the Tank's attack could kill it in one shot, it activated a hidden skill: Beast Dash. It doubled the Reflex and Evasion score in its stats, enhancing the fibers in its muscles and reducing the weight of its bones and body, to allow it to move at lightning fast speed.
So it was obvious it could avoid a tank shell even if it was point blank.
Now, it was the Manticore's turn to attack the strange iron beast it faced. All it had to do was leap forward and slash with its Razor Sharp Claws!
>> Manticore used RAZOR CLAW! It was not effective.
>> Nello was dealt -2 Piercing Damage.
>> His Health is now 498 / 500
... If the Manticore had a voice actor, it would definitely say 'F**K!'
The Beast recoiled, upon receiving a blow to the head. It came in the form of the Tank's iron barrel. As it was recently used, it was still hot. So not only did it knock some damage into the monster, it also left a searing scar on it's face.
"NICE RIGHT HOOK, NELLO!"
“I – WON’T – LET – YOU – HURT – BIG SIS!”
The T-34 quickly reloaded its cannon.
Pastrache could hear his internal gears moving rapidly to re-arm the main gun with a new armor piercing round. Once the clicking and the clanking ended, she saw the barrel aiming at the Manticore. At the face. Point blank.
The T-34 fired at its target that was perched about 5 meters from his front. The recoil, the howl, and the instant explosion shattered the air to the point of doubling the noise brought along by a sonic boom.
It was so loud, the Half-Elf screamed as she covered her pointy ears.
"Oh, sorry Big Sis, I-I didn't mean to... Heh? Wh-where did the cat go?"
When the dust cleared, the Tank's cannon bounced with surprise. Expecting to at least see a half melting carcasess, there was nothing but a clean open hole in front of its tracks. No Manticore Corpse.
"...Did I shoot him too hard?"
"NELLO! ABOVE YOU!"
Only for the unwary Russian Tank to receive the 900 pound killing fury landing on its head. The Beast had used another Skill to combine his Beast Dash and Monster Jump, in order to avoid the ballistic to the face.
Now, it was time for payback for scaring its' cheeks.
>> WARNING! Manticore has grappled onto Nello.
>> Manticore has Advantage in Attack Rolls
>> Manticore uses POISON STING. Nello is immune to poison.
>> Manticore uses RAZOR CLAW. Not very effective.
>> Manticore is in Rage Mode. It uses BODY SLAM. Deals 100 Damage.
>> Manticore Repeats BODY SLAM. Nello's Health is now 398 / 500
>> Manticore Repeats BODY SLAM. Nello's Health is now 298 / 500
>> Manticore Repeats BODY SLAM. Nello's Health is now 198 / 500
“Guwoooooghh! S-so heavyyyyyy! M-my legs are breakiiiiiing!”
Pastrache turned white, even when covered in thick mud. She helplessly watched as her one and only friend started to get crushed by the weight of the Manticore jumping up and down the Tank as if it were a discard pop can.
Crush, crush, crush. The suspensions in the Tank squealed in pain, sparks from the armor scraping the tracks flashed everywhere. If this continues, even if Nello survives this fight... he might essentially become a cripple.
"....... GET AWAY FROM HIM YOU F**KING FURBALL!"
So there was only one thing Pastrache could do. She dove to her bag that had fallen earlier, pulling out her crossbow and several sharp looking bolts. She spun on her heels and loaded the weapon with a round.
The second she pulled the string back and aimed, she pulled the trigger.
The first shot went wide over the Manticore's neck.
She reloaded her weapon. Focused, aimed, and pulled the trigger.
It went right in between the Manticore’s legs.
“D*MN IT! “
Pastrache didn't stop. No matter how many times she fired her crossbow bolt, she swore every time her shots either flew at an awkward 45 degree angle or hit a tree behind her.
She scowled throttled her gun, strangling the weapon with her own two hands. She ended up receiving damage from the intense Indian Rope burns.
"....D...D*mn it...d*mn it!! Why was I born to be so pathetic!! I...I can't lose him. I can't lose Nello!...GODDESS ODYSSEY! GIVE ME A SIGN! ANYTHIIIIIIING!"
....... Sadly, no answer from above came shining down from the clouds to illuminate the Half-Elf with a holy epiphany. This silence and heavy atmosphere alone was enough to tell her: 'not my problem'
"B-BIG SIS! HERE! USE THIS!"
The Half-Elf Girl snapped awake to the voice of a small child. She would look up to see the Tank frantically fending off the Manticore that clung it.
The craft spun around, ejecting something from it's side flap. The sign she needed came to her, slipping across the wet mud.
“…Th-that strange rifle that knocked me out!?”
A Mosin-Nagant M91 Rifle. The weapon slipped out from the side of Nello's body and it glided across the wet soil on the ground. It was a meter long object that resembled a staff with a wide base at one end, with a metal tube running up down the core.
To others, it looked like a matchlock. To some, it looked liek a wizard staff.
"... Screw it! This is the only hope I need!"
Pastrache swallowed down her fears and leapt forward.
The Half-Elf grabbed the rifle into her hands and rolled through the mud. She recalled its unique system of pulling back the bolt to load the next shot. She rolled to her feet, she took aim. No need to wait, just pull the d*mn trigger.
>> YOU FINALLY HIT SOMETHING!!
>> You dealt Manticore -10 Piercing Damage in the Knee.
>> Manticore is now Crippled. You have Advantage in your Attack Rolls.
You used ????? on Manticore. It was Super Effective.
"YOU DID IT BIG SIS!"
Pastrache watched as part of the Manticore's knee joint explode. To her surprise, the 7.62 x 54 mm Russian Round was enough to cut through the tough skin, the hardened tendons, and the muscle fibers to render the beast crippled in the middle of battle. Now, it can't use its Evasion Skills!
“H-Hang in there Nello! Big Sister is coming to the rescue!”
The Half-Elf pulled on the bolt. The ejection of a spent bolt flying past her eyes startled her, but she grit her teeth to steel herself. She pushed the bolt back into place, hearing the bullets click in the chamber with a *KER-CHAK*
Aim. Steady. Squeeze--*BANG!*
The next round sliced off the Manticore's scorpion tail, right in between the weak points of its stack of orb-like muscles.
Seeing the opportunity to fight back, Nello revved up his V12 Diesel Engines and powered forward. It would spin left and right, charging front and back, to swing off the Manticore from his head.
Without a counter balance, it was obvious the creature could no longer stay grappled onto its prey. The giant wounded animal fell and hit the ground.
Pastrache watched in stark horror upon seeing the T-34 Tank fire it's anti-infantry gun. A weapon that looked like a crossbow without its bow and string, it fired relentless with round after rounds of bullets in rapid succession. It was a speed that the Half-Elf could not comprehend.
Every shot hit its mark across the beaten Manticore. It would start to tear through its tough flesh and pop wound after wound over its body. Legs were blown off, horns shattered, and some of its teeth were knocked out.
The only time the carnage stopped, was when the DT Machine gun on its turret head turned into a swelling red pipe. Completely overheated.
“Big Sis! Give me cover, I need to reload the cannon!”
“…….Leave it to me!”
The Manticore was down, but not dead. All they needed was one more push. So Pastrache jumped at the chance to keep the beast down and on the ground, to make sure it would not be a smart@ss and attack anyone.
*Bang. Ker-chak. Bang. Ker-chak Bang!*
"Sh-sh*t! It's not enough! Nello!"
"Almost there! Adjusting angle of attack, compensate for distance... READY!"
"BURN THE MOTHERF**KER!"
After the cry of the 76 mm rang into the air, the thundering noise was soon followed by a sickening sound of an explosion.
The Manticore took the tank round down it's open mouth, and it erupted into a ball of pink, red, orange, and other color mist. Just, poof. And everything that consisted of the creatures anatomy and physiology...
"B-Big Sis! A-are you hurt? S-say something!?"
Pastrache was fine, more or less. She could be found burying her body into the ground the same way a soldier would upon seeing a grenade go off. However, she felt something hot and wet drench her head, her hair, and the back of her body.
And it wasn't a regular morning shower.
Even the T-34 Tank looked like it was used on the set for a horror film. Full on red and... other colors... Oh my god, a tongue slipped off its nose!!
“……..Nello……D..did we win?”
“Yes Big Sis! We did it! We beat down the mean cat thing! W-we even got EXP or whatever that is!”
“….A…are we alive?… Or… have we been transmigrated again?”
“D-did you hear me, Big Sis? I said we just won. A-are you alright?”
“…….Nello. S-stop whistling. M-my ears are hurting from your frequency.”
“Aaaaaaaah. Big Sis is deaf again…Oh dear.”
Pastrache tried to stand up, but her entire lower half passed out. So she was left to lie deep in a mud puddle. The Half-Elf prayed, that no one saw the mess she was in... particularly those with a mud-wrestling fetish.
“…..Is it over? Please...say something Nello. I-I don't understand the language that involves screeching monotonously in my ear!”
Suddenly, the Soviet Tank moved closer to Pastrache, to stop only three inches from her fallen figure. With its nose, it started to point itself to the ground and began to move it through the soft earth. The Half-Elf watched, not sure what to make of what the Tank was trying to do.
Once it was done, the tank went in reverse to reveal a message it drew on the ground, fresh mud dripping from his tank barrel.
It was spelled with three letters: ...D......A.....H........ Dah (Yes)
“... Nello…What does that word mean?.”
“Geh! O-oh no, I-I forgot Big Sis doesn't read Russian!"
Realizing his mistaken and folly, the T-34 Soviet Tank waved its nose up and down in panic.
".......Pffffft.......Pfffftt....Pfffff-baahaaaha aahahaha hahahhahahaaaaaaa!"
"....B...Big Sis? What's so funny?"
Nello's nose flinched upon hearing his friend suddenly breaking out into laughter. He can't tell if it was sincere or just relieved. He didn't understand what emotion was, but he felt there was too many feelings in that sound the crazed Half-Elf girl made.
All the while sitting in the mud puddle, her lower half soaked, and her one hand slapping the ground in hysteria.
"HA-HA-HA-HA! Nello is so cute! So adorable! You're such a big pussy cat! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-ha-hahahahaaaauuuaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAA! WAAAAAAAAH!!"
"...Big Sis...You're crying now..."
Like a symphony that had reached the climax of its exciting recital, that coarse laughter swept into a flood of fear, agony, and terror. Released into one loud wail.
"UWAAAAAAAH! HUKK! HUKK! NELLOOOOOO! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! YOU CAN'T UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU!"
"UUNNGGAAAAAAAAAAHHWWWWWW! Y-YOU'RE ALWAYS THERE FOR ME! EVEN WHEN I WAS ABOUT TO BECOME A MANTICORE'S CONCUBINE! Y-YOU'RE HERE FOR ME! N...NO ONE OTHER THAN MY MOTHER HAS TREATED ME LIKE THIS! I-I ABSOLUTE LOVE YOU NELLO!"
".......I love you too Big Sis...I...I'm not very strong, and German Tanks scare me... but... I will protect you. I won't let anone bully you anymore..."
"GGGUUUUGAAAAAAG! I-I WISH I COULD HEAR WHAT YOU'RE TELLING ME! NELLO! NELLOOOOOOOO!"
On that fateful day, it started to rain.
As if the Goddess of Weather sought pity upon the child and the tank who were stained in mud and blood. The rain started to wipe away the dark stains from their bodies and heart.
The only thing that was left, was a Half-Elf cuddling her beloved T-34 Tank friend, and continue crying, wailing, and bawling.
Like a child who finally found her lost dog.
"I'll never leave you alone...Nello... so please, don't abandon me."
"I will never abandon you, Big Sis. I'm right here, by your side."