Juniper’s Daughter
did the flyby noticing the transporter carried on its original course and
speed. Another fly by on their left side followed by a steep turn right in
front of their nose should do the trick – a risky manoeuvre due to the low
height and dangerous gun on the craft. Closer and closer she flew in a feat of
brilliant airmanship, tilting her shiny silver saucer until the angle was
dizzying. By thought alone she controlled her ship curving round just a hundred
feet from the transport, which was rapidly lost from view due to the steep
angle of her turn and closeness of the other craft.
Onboard the
transporter, the officer and pilot swore and screamed insults at the saucer and
witch. Keep on course ordered the officer in anger, don’t let that bitch win.
She won’t open fire due to the prisoner but we can fire, a warning shot, do it
now ordered the officer to his pilot, who obeyed. His finger pressed the
trigger and five nuclear bullets left the barrel of the single specially
modified machine gun. The special shells flew forwards at a mile a second, hitting
the ground three miles away. The flying saucer was still in the rear hemisphere
turning back to do its next pass. Would
her tactics change? What would the witch do now? Would the small nuclear
explosions put her off? She was a tenacious bitch but even she had her limits. The
English army knew much of these and even knowing some of what the witch
couldn’t do, still put the army at a huge disadvantage. New weapon systems like
nuclear bullets and Devil Snails helped tip the scales a little in their favour
but not much. The most powerful laser mounted on the largest Devil Snail was a
peashooter when compared to the laser cannon mounted on the flying saucer and
even her magic when directed by the crystal on her wand was three times as
powerful as the twin large lasers on the largest attack unit. This last
capability drained Juniper’s Daughter’s energy levels to dangerously low
levels, after using such a skill she was dangerous to counterattack or even
capture.
Five nuclear
bullets flew forth out into the sky, each one exploded like a mini nuclear
explosion with bright flash splitting the heavens, a small fireball one metre
in diameter and over thirty million degrees Centigrade – a mini sun, this
vaporised everything close by. Following this was a supersonic blast wave
kicking out in a sphere for a distance of one hundred metres destroying
everything apart from solid granite mountainsides; reinforced concrete would
yield to such powerful weapons. One might be brushed off but not ten or even a
hundred, destruction would be total; after the supersonic blast wave, a wind of
two hundred and fifty miles an hour occupied the space where the air had been
blown away. This wind blew in two directions – first away from the main shockwave
back to the point of the explosion and then in the opposite direction away from
the blast, in the footsteps of the main blast wave. In-between all this was the
firestorm, a left over from the high temperatures of the almost infinitely hot
fireball, structures made of natural materials burned like under a blowtorch.
If the shockwave was at ground level, a mini earthquake was created to shake
down any tall buildings like a tower block or bridge. When five nuclear bullets
went off all together the effect was devastating and lethal, luckily the witch
and her saucer were out of range when the explosions occurred. It got her
attention and that was the desired result. A total of a hundred and fifty
nuclear bullets occupied the magazine of the single machine gun on the nose of
the English army transport, giving wicked firepower and a powerful advantage to
the English army. With the right tactics they could control the whole landmass,
given time and total violence using their newly invented wonder weapons. Adolf
Hitler would die for such lethal technology.
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