Chapter 6: Retribution and War

Gabby couldn't help but pound her fist into her open palm in anticipation as the plan was agreed on. She had already been ready and willing to stomp some faces after seeing Cuntilda murder that mother. Now that she had heard that the rest of the people were just as bad off, though, she was beyond pounding and to straight up killing. Those "guards" were going to be begging to be sent to hell when she got her hands on them.  And if she found up who at the base let this happen...

"Good, hold on," Alice said in her still very unsettling booming voice. Gabby had just enough time to look up and wonder what she meant before Alice's hand started to close. Gabby swore as Alice's massive hand shoved her and the Resistance fu-... Holland together again. Holland, however, looked to have known what Alice meant and had already flattened himself onto Alice's hand. Gabby, however, didn't feel like being forced to lie next to him.

"You are just going to get hurt trying to stand," Holland said as Alice's hand closed completely. Gabby ignored him as she braced herself against Alice's gigantic fingers... and tried not to think about the fact she was bracing against Alice's gigantic fingers. Dammit if she got her hands on the bitch who shrank her...

Gabby's thoughts of revenge were sent flying away, however, as she felt them start to move. The first step sent a huge tremor up through Alice's hand and Gabby had to fight not to faceplant into her palm. Dammit, it had been years since she had been carried around like this and she had long lost her "giantess legs". Maybe she should ha-

Another tremor caused Gabby's foot to slip and sent her flopping down right onto her butt. A slight chuckle from the bastard got a wave of anger and embarrassment to wash through Gabby. She tried to stand up, but the shaking had increased in tempo and forced her back down. With nothing else to do, she wrapped her hands around Alice's ring finger as best she could and held on. She needed to remind Alice to work on the whole holding people thing.

For what seemed like an eternity, the shaking and jarring rocked Gabby as Alice plodded her way to...wherever she was going. Gabby lost count of how many times she was smacked into Alice's finger and she tried to tune out the chuckles that came from each hit.

Finally, the shaking stopped as Alice reached her destination. Gabby was about to let out a breath of relief, but didn’t get the chance. Suddenly, Gabby's stomach rocketing into her head as Alice’s hand plummeting toward the ground.  

"Dammit, ALICE!!!" Gabby yelled as Alice's hand plunged down far too fast. Gabby tightened her hold on Alice's fingers and had to strain to keep herself on the "ground" However, Holland didn't have anything to grab hold of and began to lift off into the air, a look of terror filling his face. Gabby started to reach for him to try and pull him down, but she had barely gotten her hand out when their plummet came to an abrupt end. Holland got part of a curse out before he plowed right into Alice's palm. Gabby, however, managed to keep herself from smacking into their suddenly stopped ground.

Gabby had to take a moment to recover from their sudden descent and the jarring stop. She glanced behind her and saw Holland roll over onto his back with a groan. He looked to be alright and Gabby was grateful for that, though she would never admit it.

"Serves you right for laughing at me," Gabby said as she released her death grip on Alice's finger. Holland responded with a finger.

As the two of them started to recover, Alice’s massive hand opened again. Alice glanced down at them and raised an eyebrow in confusion at their state.

"You need to work...on your handling of people, Alice," Gabby said as she pushed herself up onto her feet. She was still feeling a bit off after her terrifying plunge and it took some effort to stay upright.

"Yes, yes she does," Holland agreed as he forced himself up as well. Alice's eyebrow lowered and the barest hint of embarrassment flashed across her face.

"Sorry, slower next time," Alice promised before glancing up at something. Gabby, finally, got around to seeing where they were before following Alice’s gaze. Currently, Alice was kneeling in front of the door leading out of the house. She was looking at the door and seemed ready to spring back and away in case Cuntilda showed up again. Gabby prayed she didn't as the thought of being carried around by Alice, again, sent a wave of dread through her. Alice's lack of experience with tinies was really showing...

Gabby, quickly, got off Alice's hand and back on the carpet. Holland followed after her and looked just as happy to be back on solid ground as Gabby. Alice made sure they were both off before inching back away from them. She gave them one last nod before standing back up to her dizzyingly massive height and turning away from them.

It took every bit of Gabby's willpower not to swear as she stared upward at Alice's titanic form. Seeing her face blown up to massive proportions and riding her hand didn't do justice to just how massive Alice was now. Or rather...how small Gabby was. It was...shocking to say the least. Gabby had always been the biggest, toughest, and strongest woman around for most of her life and was used to looking down at people, doubly so the much shorter Alice. But now....

"Hey, stop gawking. We need to get moving," Holland said as he smacked Gabby's shoulder. Gabby shook herself out of her awe-filled stare and tried to fight back a wave of embarrassment.

"I-I wasn't gawking! I was just...surprised and...surprised," Gabby said, failing to think of a good excuse. Holland just rolled his eyes before heading for the front door and Gabby groaned inwardly as she followed. However, she turned back as a massive quake shook their world and saw Alice walking back to the couch. Fuck...just her walking was making earthquakes... And Cuntilda was even bigger than Alice...

For the first time in her life, Gabby felt a sudden wave of helplessness hit her. How the fuck was she supposed to do a damn thing to a living skyscraper?  If that guy hadn't stopped her back in the kitchen... The kitchen, and that woman... Dammit, no! Gabby wasn't going to let the fact Cuntilda was really, really....REALLY big stop her from making that human-skin-wearing-devil pay! If that meant she had to climb all the way to the top of that monster, dive into her ear, and punch her brain out from the inside, then she sure as hell would! But, for now, that was Alice's job. Her job was to help get those people in the farm out of here alive.

Focusing back on the task at hand, Gabby followed Holland to the massive door. He knelt down and looked through the gap between the door and the floor for a few seconds before swearing and motioning for Gabby to move back. Gabby started to move back just as another set of tremors began to shake her world. Oh fuck, Cuntilda!

Gabby rushed to the wall beside the door along with Holland and they both threw themselves as flat against the wall as they could. They had just enough time to draw in a breath before the door swung open and came racing toward them. They both, instinctively, ducked as the massive slab of wood came rushing toward them an- The door came to a sudden stop before bouncing back a bit. Gabby stared at in in confusion before looking to the side and seeing a doorstop built into the wall. Oh for fuck's sake... Ugh she hated this shrunk shit.

"You finish with the embarrassing wounds?" the devil-woman said as she closed the door. Gabby and Holland both froze as their cover was sent flying away from them. Fuck, they were out in the open with no place to hide and no place to run. If the monster looked in their direction...

"Yes, but I need some help with few others," Alice, quickly, said. Their doom turned in horrifying slow motion and her eyes moved... to face Alice and not to look down.

"Alright," Cuntilida said as she turned away from them and headed over to the couch. Holy shit she had missed them...Fuck that had been way too close. Both Gabby and Holland let out a sigh of relief as their lives were spared. Holland, however, didn't waste much time as he rushed back to the door and dived down to crawl under the door. Gabby moved to follow and groaned at the small space she was going to have to fit through. Even when she was shrunken to bug-size, she was still too damn big...

Despite the tight fit, Gabby managed to pull herself under the door and out into the sunlight. The sun was now a good bit above the horizon and Gabby had to blink a few times as her eyes adjusted to the outside light. Holland, however, didn't seem fazed in the least and rushed forward to the edge of the small entrance porch. Gabby groaned a bit as she followed after him. He could at least have waited for her to recover from that tight squeeze.

Reaching the edge of the porch, Gabby swore as she looked down at the nearly twenty foot drop straight to the ground. Even worse, the trees and grass here had been cut back and there was nothing but hard ground to break their fall. Looks like they were going to have to use the stairs...the stairs that were right next to the fence of the Farm. The PATROLLED fence...

Gabby was about to ask what they were supposed to do now, but stopped when she glanced over to Holland. The Resistance leader had reached to his side and taken out a "rope" that looked to be made out of some kind of white cord-thing. At one end of the cord was a partly rusted bit of scrap metal that had been beaten into the shape of a hook while the other end was left empty. Holland placed the hook at the lip of the porch before stomping on it a few times to drive it deep into the wood. And with that, he had made them a rope leading down to the ground.

"Come on, my people are waiting for me," Holland said as he started down the rope. Gabby frowned as she looked at the rusted piece of metal that was going to have to support her. She gave it another good stomp, just in case, before heading down herself. Thankfully, the rope held and both of them made it to the ground without injury. There was no time for a break, though, as Holland took off at full sprint toward the woods with Gabby followed after him.

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"That's the current plan we have," Holland said as he finished explaining the plan to the small group around him. The group looked to be something like non-coms back in the military, sergeants and that sort, and all of them nodded in understanding The rest of the Resistance soldiers were scattered about the area either keeping watch or checking their equipment. Gabby had been allowed to stay within earshot, but it was rather obvious she was an unwanted addition. Personally, she didn't really give a damn what the Resistance shit-heads thought. She was only working with them so that monster parading as a Society member could be put down. Once that was done, this "alliance" was over.

The clearing they were at was a few ya- well yards in their scale anyway, from the farm. It was pathetic they could stay this close and still be unnoticed, doubly so in mid-morning, but none of the sentries had said a word in warning. Of course, now that Gabby knew about the looming threat of the guards killing everyone, the rather shitty defenses made a lot more sense. Why bother with them when the enemy CAN'T attack you? Gabby was going to enjoy teaching them why, the fucking bastards.

"What do we do if Alice losses?" a female non-com with long, blonde haired asked. Gabby was shaken out of her thoughts and frowned at the suggestion that Alice might lose to that bitch. Obviously, this Resistance member didn't know Alice well.

"She won't. Alice trained with me almost everyday and I'm ex-Marine. She knows just as much as me when it comes to hand-to-hand fighting. Cuntilda won't stand a chance against her," Gabby said, still keeping a bit of distance from the group. A few couldn't help but smirk at her new name for that monster, but they vanished as Holland shot them a glare.

"Despite that, we still need to be ready just in case," Holland said, without even looking at Gabby. Gabby grumbled a bit under her breath, but didn't bother trying to argue. He was in "charge" here and that whole, have it and not need it crap.

"As for what we do, we get who we can out of the farm. Those we can't..." Holland fell silent and Gabby glanced back to see him looking between his non-coms. Some unsaid message was sent between them and they all got grim, dark looks, but nodded all the same. Gabby was, fairly, sure what that message was. She didn't like it, but after seeing what that devil did to that mother and hearing what the guards had been ordered to do...  And considering those guards were violent offenders... it probably would be a mercy...

"If there are no other concerns, let's move on to planning the attack," Holland said, trying to move away from the unpleasant task they mi- No, they wouldn't have to do that. Gabby said it herself, Alice WOULD win and all that sad bullshit was just a waste of time.

Holland waited for a second or two, but no one spoke up or looked to have any concerns. Satisfied that no one had anything else, Holland knelt down to the ground. He used a stick he had pulled off a tree and began to draw something into the dirt. Gabby moved a bit closer to see and watched Holland finish up a rough map of the farm. It wasn't pretty, but it got the job done.

"First and foremost are the guards patrolling the outside of the fence and the ones on the guard towers," Holland said as he made a few x's around the fence and on the towers.

"The one's outside won't be a problem. Most of them are people the real guards have forced to work. Take out the real guards and they'll help us more than hinder us," one of the non-coms, a shorter man with shaggy brown hair, said. Holland and a few of the others nodded in agreement.

"With them out of the way, we could get into arrow range of the people in the watchtower. Hell, we might be able to climb a few of them without being noticed and use that high ground to take out the guards patrolling the inside," another non-com suggested. Again, most everyone nodded, but Holland and the blonde woman didn't. Instead, they both stared at the map for some reason. Everything seemed reasonable to Gabby, so she didn't see what they were getting hung up on.

"Those are both good suggestions, but there is one big problem with them," Holland paused as he glanced toward the blonde woman, "You see it too, right Amber?" The blonde woman, Amber, didn't answer right away, but did nod after a second or two.

"It could all work, but if anyone in the guard HQ sees us at any point they can trigger the alarm long before we could stop them. The other buildings won't be a problem, but the HQ has their alarm in it, so... That's not too much a problem while dealing with the people outside and the towers, but once we try to push in it becomes almost damning," Amber finished with a frustrated sigh. Holland nodded as the rest of the group deflated a bit as they realized she was right. Gabby frowned as well as she saw the issue now, as well. All it would take was someone coming outside at the wrong time for them to be busted. And if any of the guards were still alive at that point... Even worse, though, was the fact no one looked to have a good idea on how to get around that problem, not even Holland.

"Shame we can't just take care of it first," one of the non-coms said as the group fell silent in thought. It was, but there was no way the group could snea- wait... Gabby nearly smacked her own forehead as they obvious answer hit her.

"You guys can't, but I can. I walked right in once before and I can sure as hell do it again," Gabby said as the group turned to her. Holland didn't look particularly happy with her speaking up, but his annoyance fell away as he started to rub his chin in thought. He turned back to the map for a second before looking back at her.

"It could work, but how are you going to keep all the guards in there distracted?" Holland asked as his non-coms glanced between them. Gabby gave him a confident and seductive smile as she leaned down a bit to give the group a good look at her chest.

"Oh, I can be VERY distracting when I want to be, doubly so to undisciplined boys," Gabby replied in the most seductive voice she could manage. Even going so far as to give her lips a quick lick. To Holland's credit, he took the show rather well and Gabby only barely caught him getting a quick glance at her cleavage. The other male non-coms varied between awe and surprise while the females just rolled their eyes. After a second of the boys recovering, one of them spoke up.

"Well, short of sending her in naked or setting off a bomb, I don't think we will find a better distraction for that undisciplined lot," the man said as he tried to salvage some dignity. Holland nodded in agreement, though he didn't look very happy about it.

"Agreed...Unless someone else has a suggestion," Holland said in a tone that seemed to almost beg for another solution. Sadly for him, no one spoke up and he gave a rescinded sigh.

"Alright. Gabby, you will go in first and... distract, the guards in the HQ. While you do that, we'll handle the ones outside. Once we are finished mopping up, we will take out the ones inside together. Everyone understand the plan?" Holland asked as he summed up the plan. Everyone nodded as Holland glanced between them including Gabby.

"Good. Since you need to be in position first, Gabby, you should get back into the farm ASAP. We'll wait till you are in the HQ before attacking," Holland said as he used his hand to erase the map he had made. Gabby nodded and checked her wrist unit again. It was still working and was showing her as the boy she had knocked out. Good, she would be back in the belly of the beast in a few minutes.

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Once again, Gabby slipped into the farm without a single incident or anyone challenging her. This time, though, she was thoroughly grateful for the crappy security here. In fact, it almost seemed security had decreased now that the sun was up. She briefly wondered if all the farms were like this, but shook the thought away as she tried to focus.

Now that it was starting to near noon, a good deal more civ- prisoners were outside. Most of them were working in the fields but a few were doing minor repairs to buildings or moving around various supplies. All of them keep a wide berth of her and the other guards. Knowing what the guards were REALLY guarding made that reaction far more understandable. As was their sunken eyes and general ragged looks. Fuck, how had she missed all of this the first time she came through? Gabby wanted to hit herself for being so blind, but she would have to hold off on it.

Gabby made a beeline for the HQ and had to fight not to growl in anger as it came into view. Unlike the disrepaired hovels the prisoners were coming out of, this building was meticulously maintained and didn't look to have even a single bit of dust on it. In fact, a few people were washing it at that very moment rather than repairing the other houses. A large siren was sitting on its roof along with a radar dish. Even more annoying, though, was that the place was built almost like a fortress. The damn thing could have been a great base defense if it wasn't in the middle of the damn farm, too far to help defend any of the outlying houses. Of course, they weren't the concern when this place was designed...

Forcing down her rage, Gabby moved to the door of the HQ. Two guards were standing "watch" in front of it, but seemed more interested in a card game they had going than anything else. Gabby pulled her, still too small, shirt down to reveal a bit more cleavage and fought a sexy smile onto her face. She strutted from side to side to emphasize her curves as she headed inside. Both guards forgot their card game almost immediately and, just like Gabby hoped, followed her inside.

The HQ was rather spartan and bare even by military standards. A few tables were scattered about the area with various papers and maps set on them. File cabinets and crates lined most of the walls, save the parts with arrowslits. A few weapons of various make were stored beside each one: spears, crossbows, etc... In the middle of the room was a large table with an equally large map. Despite being in the center of the room, it didn't look like it had been used in a long time. Up above all this was a few steel walkways. A communication console, the only bit of tech in the place, was set up there and a guard was doing something with it. Most of the rest of the people inside, however, looked to just be milling about or pretending to be working. No wonder the "guards" here sucked at their job, they had no real leadership considering the state of this HQ.

Gabby pushed those thoughts away as the people inside began to notice her. She was glad that she was, already, doing her job, but the guy at the console was the real target. As long as he was there, all it would take was a shout of alarm for this whole thing to be blown. It looked like Gabby was going to have to kick things up a notch.

"Heeeey boys," Gabby said as she tried to slure a speech a bit, "Guess who got into the liquor? Haha...hhhhhaaaaa." Gabby put on her best drunk face as she shakily moved further into the room. A few of the guards began to rib each other while others cast some glanced upward for some reason. The guy at the console, though, still didn't budge. Ugh, she needed to hurry this up! Screw it, time to go full force.

Without a second thought, Gabby grabbed her "borrowed" shirt and yanked it right off her body. As she did, however, a sudden thought hit her that nearly caused her to stop. She didn't have a bra....but it was too late by then and saving these people was worth flashing these fuckers.

The reaction at her de-shirting was almost immediate. Every eye widened in the room and a number of whistles and cheers started up. Gabby smiled back at the idiots and didn't have to force it as the guy at the console looked to see what was going on. Spotting Gabby down below him, he wasted no time in abandoning his post and heading down for a better look. Perfect.

"Oh...oh no! I forgot I...I lost my bra...Opps," Gabby said as she giggled a bit and made bad attempts to cover herself. The reaction from the men around was general yells of her to stop trying to hide and that it was fine. Gabby smiled back at them before pointing to a nearby table. Yells of get on and do it greeted her pointing and Gabby obeyed with a bit of faked effort, still trying to sell the drunk thing.

Once up on the table, Gabby started to do her best sexy poses. She bent down and shook her hips, slide and grinded along the table, slowly caressed her breasts as she faked moans, and even got a few flexes of her powerful muscles in for good measure. Some part of herself really hated having to do this for these murdering fucks, but that part of her was drowned out by the screams of the burning woman. If this was necessary for Cuntilda to die along with all these bastards who would help her, she would do it as many and for as long as it took.

Within barely a minute, the entire HQ was gathered around her and cheering for Gabby. Despite herself, Gabby couldn't help but partly enjoy the attention. She was just starting to get kinda into it when a voice bellowed out from above them.

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!" a deep and commanding voice yelled out from the second floor. The cheering and yelling slowly stopped as people began to turn to the source of the yell. An older man was standing up on one of the walkways glaring down at Gabby and the rest. His black hair had a bit of grey starting to appear and he wore typical officer clothing. Crap, it looked like she had found the Commander of this place...

Gabby didn't stop, however, and a few guards keep their focus on her. That stopped, however, as the Commander's boots came thundering down the stairs. All the guards came to attention as the Commander reached ground level, though some begrudgingly. Gabby, though, decided to keep on going. If nothing else she could undermine his authority.

The commander moved to the table Gabby was standing on and Gabby turned to face him, still keeping her dance going. The man glared at her as he put his hands behind his back.

"Get down, now," he ordered in a tone that gave no hint if he was angry. Gabby debated on disobeying, but decided to obey as she guessed-timated his height. She jumped back to the ground and smiled down at the commander, just like she thought she would. The man only came up to her chin and she had to fight not to point that out. The man's glare only increased in intensity as she smirked down at him. But even with her bare breasts only a few inches away, his eyes never wavered in the least.

"What do you think you are doing, Private...?" the commander asked in a surprisingly calm voice. Despite the fact he was fuming with rage, his voice didn't even give a hint of it. That...didn't bode well for the undermining thing. If he could keep cool with this, Gabby wasn't sure what she could do to upset him that WOULDN'T blow her cover.

"Having a good time, sir!" Gabby responded with a droopy smile. The man keep his eyes locked on her for a second before he spoke up again.

"Is that right? Odd that you seem to want me to think you are drunk, yet don't have even a hint of alcohol on your breath," the man paused as a wave of worry began to spread through Gabby, "And that you didn't tell me your name." Fuck, fuck, this wasn't good. Gabby needed a name and fast! Ummmmmmmm...... Oh!

"Mati-" wait, FUCK, "lan! Matilan!" Gabby blurted out trying to cover for her mistake. The man, however, didn't look at all to have bought it and even some of the guards nearby were eyeing Gabby now. Shit, this wasn't good. She needed to think of something....

"Fuck it, this is more fun," Gabby said in a resigned tone. The Commander had enough time to raise an eyebrow in confusion before Gabby reared back and smashed her fist right into his face. The blow sent his limp, unconscious body flying back and into two guards who were standing behind them. They tumbled down to the ground in surprise as their leader's body tangled up with them. A wave of shock and surprise went through the group as Gabby got ready to finish this job her way.

Taking advantage of the shock her sudden attack caused, Gabby whipped out the stun stick she had "borrowed" and slammed it into the stomach of the closest guard. The man gasped in pain as the stick smashed into him and he doubled over in pain. Gabby didn't activate the stun device, however. Instead, she grabbed the guard by the neck and half-dragged, half-threw him behind her. Three more guards were sent tumbling as he plowed into them and Gabby used the brief clearing of her rear to charge forward into another group of guards.

Sadly, these guards had recovered from the shock of her sudden attack and the group started to pull out their own sticks. Gabby only smiled at them as the closest took a swing at her. She, easily, parried the blow before smashing her free hand right into the man's neck. The guard dropped his baton as his hands rushed to his throat and he began to gasp for air. While he was busy trying to breath, Gabby grabbed his shoulder and pulled him toward her to block his friend's blow. She let go of him just as the other guard's baton connected and the choking man entire body tightened as his nerves were overloaded. Gabby kicked the frying guard forward, wincing a bit as she got a bit of the shock, and sent him crashing into his comrade who had fried him. The guard had enough time to swear before his baton was pushed down onto him by the other and they both began to fry. Two down, shit ton more to go.

A sudden yell got Gabby to glance to her left and she swore as a guard brought a brutal overhand blow down at her. Gabby raised her own baton and grunted in effort and pain as the blow smashed into it. The guard keep pressed down as Gabby held it back, but to her right another guard started to rush in to attack her from behind. Swearing beneath her breath, Gabby risked taking one of her hands off the baton to try and save herself. The guard to her front redoubled his efforts when he saw Gabby release one of her hands and Gabby had to strain to keep his baton from connecting. However, his sudden surge came to an abrupt end as Gabby's free hand clamped as tight as it could onto his crotch. The man's mouth opened into a silent scream as Gabby shoved his baton away and grabbed his shoulder as well. With a mighty grunt of effort, Gabby lifted the guard over her head and threw him at the guard coming behind her. The guard had just enough time to look surprised before the other smashed into him and sent them both crashing to the ground in a heap.

Gabby gasped for her breath as she glanced around. The guards she had knocked down during the first few seconds of the fight were getting up and those who had been near the outside were moving in towards her, though they all looked weary of being the first. Gabby couldn't help but smile as she got ready for the second round, but movement above her drew her eyes upward. A guard was running up the stairs to the walkway an- FUCK THE ALARM!

Not even thinking of the consequences, Gabby pulled her baton back and activated it before throwing it up at the guard. The baton flew towards him and, thankfully, smashed right into his side, baton side first. The guard jerked to a stop before tumbled back down the stairs and into a broken heap at the bottom. Gabby was about to fist pump in triumph when a sudden flash of pain in her back sent her reeling and causing all her muscles to tense up.

Gabby stumbled forward and barely caught herself before hitting the ground. She tried to push herself back to her feet, but the lingering effects of the stun baton made moving anything near impossible. A man gave a deep laugh behind her as the other guards started to move in.

"Stupid bitch, did you really think you could take all of us?"

"Hey, let's have some fun with her before we kill her, ehh?" the gua- no scum, said as they started to close in. Gabby swore as she tried to push herself back up. Come on, she was tougher than this and she was not about to lose to these low-live bastards. She had to get up or the people here, and that poor mother... Gabby 's fists tightened as she drew strength from her anger and growled as she willed the weakness away. With a roar of effort, she got back to her feet and brought her fists up, ready to fight.

Her sudden surge back to standing got the scum to back up a bit, but they had her completely surrounded and badly outnumbered. Worse, her muscles were still feeling sluggish thanks to the electric blow. If she still had her own baton, she might have been able to take them, but with just her bare hands... Well, if nothing else, this was going to be interesting.

Suddenly, one of the bastards jerked to the side and flopped to the ground, dead before he even landed. Gabby and the fuckers around her turned to the dead man and saw what looked to be an arrow shaft jutting out from his head. Before any of them could react further, two more were killed by arrows as well. Gabby risked a quick glance toward the door and saw two of the Resistance people coming through the door, their bows already drawn back to fire again. Gabby might have been annoyed Holland had sent sent help to her almost immediately, if she wasn't so damn glad to see it.

Filled with a second wind, Gabby rushed the three bastards between her and the Resistance fighters. They all turned from their new attackers and readied themselves for her assault. Of course, they could never be prepared enough, doubly so now that Gabby didn't need to worry about her rear.

The first fucker sent a horizontal blow for her head, but Gabby saw it coming. She dived, leg first, to the ground and slid under his blow and into his right foot. The fucker was sent lurching forward toward Gabby as he lost his balance and she used her other leg to toss him behind her sending him crashing into one of the tables. His two friends swore as they reared back to kick Gabby, but she grabbed their other legs before they could finish. Gabby gave a grunt of effort as she yanked their legs toward her and both yelled in surprise as they were sent sprawling to the ground. Not wasting a second of her advantage, Gabby rolled to the one on her right and used the momentum to slam her fist right into his crotch. She then rolled the other way and delivered the same blow as the other guy tried to scrambled back to his feet. Both began to writhe on the ground in agony as Gabby leap back to her feet and snatched up their batons. She spun them around in her hands till their faced downward before stabbing the two guards to make sure they stayed down.

No sooner had she finished off those two did another five fuckers charge her from behind. One of them jerked to the side and stumbled to the ground as an arrow hit him square in the head, but the other four ignored him. Instead, they charged Gabby, trying to overwhelm her with numbers and get at the archers. Gabby, however, only smirked at their attempt as she spun her batons back to their usual positions.

"Get the others, I got this," Gabby said to the two archers as she counter-charged the four scumbags. All four got ready to attack as Gabby rushed to meet them. She, easily, batted away the first two blows and managed to avoid the third, but the fourth was just too many. Gabby keep it from hitting her square on, but the baton still glanced off her right arm and a surge of electricity and pain ran through it. Gabby grunted and gritted her teeth as she fought through the pain to smash her left baton right into the face of one of her attackers. He went sprawling to the ground in a spray of blood as his nose was smashed inward.  

The other three, however, continued their assault and Gabby was forced to give ground to avoid their blows. She grunted in effort as she tried to move her right arm, but the glancing blow had been enough to make in near unresponsive. With no other choice, Gabby swung her whole body to the side and her arm was sent flying out like a whip. One of the scum tried to parry the blow, but it had too much force behind it and sent him reeling back. Taking advantage of only having two attackers for the moment, Gabby forced an opening and drove her baton into the midsection of another fucker. The bastard doubled over in pain and Gabby whipped her right arm up and back down straight onto his head, knocking him completely out.

The other two started to waver in their attacks and Gabby found them easier and easier to avoid. And with that ease came the ease of counter-attacks. She parried one of their blows, driving the fuckers baton up, before slamming her other baton into his side. He crumpled to the ground with a gasp of pain. The last one started to back away from Gabby and looked about to run, but never got the chance as she tossed one of her batons and hit him square in the chest. He twitched like crazy as he fell to the ground. Gabby looked around for any other fuckers still up, but saw nothing save the injured and dead littering the floor.

"Clear, start mopping up," a female voice said from behind Gabby. Gabby looked back and, now that she had a chance to get a good look, saw one of the Resistance members was the same woman at the meeting, Amber if she remembered right. The guy with her nodded and moved toward one of the wounded guards near him. He took out an jury-rigged dagger made out of a sharpened piece of metal and slit the guards throat before he could even beg for mercy. Gabby flinched a bit at the cold-blooded killing, but the image of the starving people outside and the mother inside drove any sympathy away. These fuckers deserved a lot worse than a quick, clean death. But, Gabby wasn't about to stoop to their level by torturing them, no matter how much she wanted to.

"Thanks for the help, not sure I could have taken them all alone," Gabby said as she moved over toward Amber, who was putting the wounded down with her own, slightly nicer looking, dagger.

"My pleasure. Been wanting to get at these butchers," she emphasized the word by slitting the throat of another guard, "since we found this farm." Amber tossed the dead man to the floor before pausing to wipe her dagger off.

"Have to admit, I thought you would have been a lot worse off than you were by the time we got here. Didn't think the Society taught their people how to fight hand-to-hand," Amber said as she moved to the next wounded scum. The guy started to beg for mercy, but Amber had none to give.

"They don't, but I didn't become the meanest, toughest bitch in the Marines by doing the bare minimum. Some of us in the Society still recognize the need to take on people our own size," Gabby replied as she moved to one of the fuckers she had knocked out. She snapped his neck with one quick motion before standing back up.

"And considering what some of my...comrades," Gabby practically spit out the word in disgust, "have been doing. It's a good thing we did." Gabby thought back to Alice and wished for the thousandth time she was still her normal size. She had no doubt Alice could take Cuntilda, but Gabby wanted so badly to get her own hands on that bitch.

"Some isn't quite the word I would use," Amber replied as she paused in her killing. Gabby turned toward her and was going to ask what she meant, but a sudden shout from outside stopped her. The shout was joined by more yells of alarm and the sounds of battle followed close behind. The real battle for this farm had begun.

"Looks like they, finally, noticed us. Gabby, Jim, go help the others protect the prisoners, I'll handle the clean up," Amber ordered as she sheathed her dagger and started toward the stairs. Jim, the man who had come with her, nodded before taking out his bow and moving to the door. Gabby, however, wasn't so sure of leaving her here.

"You sure you can handle all of them? They might be all wounded, bu-" Gabby started, but stopped as Amber gave her a rather familiar look. A look Isabella had given her a number of times when she had given orders like this...

"They need you outside a lot more than I need you here. Besides, I'm just going to sabotage the alarm so I won't be far behind you. Now, go before we lose anymore people!" Amber ordered as she started to sprint up the stairs. Gabby sighed a bit, but knew Amber was right. She would be a lot more help outside where she could take down the rest of the scumfuckers than in here watching Amber's back. Gabby grabbed up two more batons before sprinting out of the building with Jim in tow.

Gabby moved outside and into a scene of utter chaos. Guards were rushing about to get into cover while arrows came whistling down toward them, striking some of them down here and there. Holland's fighters looked to have taken all save one of the watchtowers and his people were using them to rain fire down on the guards inside while a swirling melee took place in the last tower. A few of the guards had crossbows and were trying to return fire, but their shots were rushed and poorly aimed. The other guards had various weapons and rushed from cover to cover, trying to close with the towers. Most of the prisoners that were outside were cowering in fear while the rest were trying to get inside to cover. Thankfully, it looked like the guards hadn't quite got around to trying to massacre them, yet, and were more worried with trying to push back the Resistance. A task they, unfortunately, might do considering how many of them were starting to pour out of the other inner buildings. Fuck, there were a lot more of them than Gabby had thought and they were making progress to the towers.

For now, she and Jim were being ignored along with the prisoners, but that would change quickly if they started to attack. Gabby was sure she could take out one of their fortified locations, but after that... well even she had limits and once the rest of the guards noticed her she would be overwhelmed. If she had some other people down here in the fight she could do a lot more, but all of Holland's people were busy in the towers. And the only people out here save guards were th- the prisoners...

"Hey, do you know where their armoury is?" she asked Jim as she keep low behind some knocked over crates. Jim nodded and pointed toward a building a few yards away. There were a good amount of guards between them and the building, but not nearly enough to stop her.

"Alright, let's go get some reinforcements," Gabby said to the confused Jim before rushing out of cover. She charged the closest guard and started to stab, bash, and kill her way to it.

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Holland had to fight not to swear as a bolt whizzed past his head and bounced off the wall behind him. Everything had been going according the plan just a moment before, but a lucky guard had managed to spot Devin's group just before they had reached the top of the tower. The bastard had managed to get a yell of warning out before Devin could silence him and now the entire farm knew they were here. Devin and his people were fighting a losing battle for the tower, now, while the rest of his people were trying to keep the guards from entering the other towers. A task they were, quickly, failing at...

Holland spun back out of his cover as he took aim with his bow. A guard was rushing toward the ladder leading up the tower, but Holland's arrow stopped him dead in his tracks as it punched through his head. Sadly, two more took his place and Holland was forced back into cover as three others fired their crossbows at him. The guard's aim was beyond pathetic compared to his own soldiers, but they were starting to make up for it with sheer weight of fire. He hadn't lost anyone yet, but it was only going to be a matter of time if this keep up.

"Keep targeting the guards rushing the tower! If they get up here we're as good as dead!" Holland ordered, yelling to be heard over the noise of the battle. While it was near ear shattering out here, he doubted anyone inside the full-sized building could hear any of it. And even if Matilda did hear, he was sure Alice could keep her distracted for a few minutes. Of course, if the alarm went off as well... Thankfully, that part of the plan seemed to have worked and the HQ was still silent. Holland couldn't see if anyone had come out of it since its back was facing him, but if Gabby and Amber had failed the alarm would have gone off by now. It was a small silverlining to the mess he and his people were in, though.

Suddenly, Hans jerked backwards as he came out of cover and swore as he fell to the ground. Holland's heart near stopped till he saw the bolt had only struck his arm. He was hurt, but not mortally so and Cheyenne rushed to his side to start first-aid. Dammit, he was just going to get more of his people injured or killed if he didn't think of someway to turn this around. They had explosives, but that would alert Matilda faster than the alarm would. But, it was looking like the only way to...wait.

Holland glanced out of cover as a new set of yelling started up. The guards who had been hanging back to fire at them turned to their rear and started to scramble to reload or fire at something coming at them from behind. Fucking hell, surely Amber was smart enough to know charging them was sui-... Gabby.

A bit of anger started to rise in Holland, but it vanished as he saw, not a lone, idiot woman charge the guards, but a lone, idiot woman leading a group of armed prisoners charge the guards.