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The slightly jarring yet at the same time relaxing sound of metal clanking with each other went in crescendo as the gears shifted and the cogs rolled, functioning as normal. Under these regular operating procedures, that ominous sound of treads stepping on the hard pavement, the roaring of the engine as it propelled the beast forward, and the suspension rolling to make the tank move, could easily tell a knowledgeable pony on these fields that this gigantic machinery of doom was a heavy tank, without even having to see the vehicle personally and just base it off the sound.

Such a metallic wonder of technology and past experiences in warfare rolled through the streets of the city, their alleys and pavements covered in debris from the structures in each side, blasted off by consecutive High Explosive shells hitting their infrastructure. It seemed like there was no building that hadn’t been damaged to some extent by the volatile skirmish that was occurring in this place. Not that it did matter to the blue, fluffy snek that operated such tank; she was here for a different purpose; to annihilate other machines that were very similar in construction to the one she drove around. Two pair of pink eyes quietly yet attentively spectated the battlefield as she was a contestant of the events unfolding, listening to any possible noise around her aside from her own tank engine.

Her heavy vehicle kept marching forward, like an unstoppable force that was meant to wreck the immobile object in front of them by direct brute force, a good dozen tons of steel perpetually advancing through the urban warfare area as they crushed bricks, lampposts and anything else that dared to stand in their way.

“Nothing so far…” Said the adorable snek that was commanding the tank, her long meters of body all crumpled and coiled on the turret space, near the commander cupola, where a gigantic 155mm Schneider 155 C short-barreled howitzer was housed to fight against the enemies. The gun only allowed for High Explosive (HE) shells, not having any capability to fire things like High Explosive Anti-Tank (HEAT) or Armor Piercing (AP), but to be fair, shooting a Mle 1915 with 7.7 kg of explosive mass and at a speed of 240 m/s towards a tank would utterly destroy them, especially if it landed on their top armor or any other weakpoint.

Though, despite the awesomeness of flinging very explodey shells all around like a professional tosser, there were some difficulties in their operation; for instance, the weapon had a limited elevation and depression angles, and the low velocity of the projectile, adding to the high arc of the rounds, made it a little difficult to aim, to not mention the difficulty in actively carrying these huge 43.2kg shells into the chamber made it slow to reload. And of course the whole mass of steel was a little bit on the slow side so getting into the battlefield was a hassle… and the armor was not on par with their enemies, being the remnants of the ideals of a past war… and well… it’s a bit cramped inside with the snek occupying all the space…

But otherwise, it was a great beast of steel, and in any case most tanks have their fair share of disadvantages, right? Either way, the lamia that currently inhabited the interior of such a vehicle wasn’t particularly paying attention to the discomfort, instead keeping a slit-pupil eye on the sighting devices, trying to loca-OH SHIT

“Got you!” The lamia said with a bit of a mischievous glee, her forked tongue slipping out of her mouth cutely and flicking at the air, like if she was tasting the oxygen out there, funnily enough. Soon, the turret of the Char 2C bis turned around their axis, the horizontal turret drive functioning as intended, as they proceeded to face such insolent fool that decided to pop out in front of Champagne. Thankfully the round was already loaded, and Triksa only had to flicker her tongue playfully and pull the cord/lanyard to strike the firing pin against the primer of the round, and with that, the explosive goodness went through their predicted path against the enemy tank, a simple yet formidable Panzerkampfwagen III Ausfuhrung. F. To say the tank was destroyed would be an understatement; the shell hit the ‘neck’ of the turret mounting and managed to successfully tear away the hull from the gun enclosure, completely disabling the tank and knocking out the occupants.

This was followed by a lengthy reload as the snek pone tried to bring the new HE shell onto the breech, being rather heavy to put in there. After a bit of effort she loaded successfully the giant little thing of destruction into their neat cozy temporary home, closing the breech behind it and refocusing on the optics, all of this action taking around 17 seconds or so, plenty of time for a new contender to the tank brawl appear out of sudden, attempting to avenger their fallen German cousin. It was one of the most adorable cute little tanks that Triksa had even seen, a L3/33 CC (Contracarro) that was speeding like a madman towards the Char, their fucile contracarro blazing in repetitive ‘pom pom pom pom’, attempting to pierce the front hull or the turret mantlet.

But sadly for the Italian, he was a little too far and a little too slow to close the distance between the smol tankette and the huge superheavy tank. If one paid close attention to this engagement, a little “This is gonna suck” (But in Italian; “Questo fará schifo”, with the accompanying finger purse gesture) was heard right as the flash of the 155mm howitzer obscured the turret, delivering their ordnance fresh and in less than 10 minutes to the poor Italian vehicle, who might as well be blasted away by a nuke. Poor thing didn’t deserve such punishment. Without much hassle, the reload of a new shell was en route, the fact that there were only 7 out of 25 remaining, and she had managed to hit enemy tanks accurately with 10 of them (To be fair 4 of them were very close shots, and one was a RNG that bounced the shell somehow), meant that she had gotten acquainted to the Discordy antics of her weaponry.

And then two other enemies came outta nowhere from the sides of the Char, revealing that Triksa might’ve went a bit too forward in her advance… wait actually it wasn’t her fault, her tank was slower than a turtle on top of an old snail, where are her teammates? They should be here by now, supporting the breakthrough! C’MON GUYS WE’VE GOT TO TAKE THE D POINT! WE’VE GOTTA TAKE THEIR D! _{Cough cough They’ve taken objective Duff! Cough cough}. Either way, now that meant that our lovely friendly and very shy snek had to deal with two enemy tanks at the same time, so, as a response, she attempted to rotate her hull, go backwards in a surprisingly fast reverse (Thank goodness French tanks had that handy reverse gearbox… no jokes about the Cheese Eating Surrender Monkeys please! D:<) and turn her turret to fasten the zeroing on them. The optics slowly but surely got closer and closer to one of the tanks, the customized crosshair starting to align on the poor little…what tank it was anyways… an M22 Locust? Oh dear goodness that’s adorable too, why all low tier tanks looked like such adorable lil things… atleast compared to the big-ass beige tank that our snek was piloting.

And then, when such a smol airborne light tank accidentally collided with the destroyed remains of the earlier Pz.Kpfw. III Ausf F in a very silly way, due to paying a bit more attention in attempting to fire several shots towards the enemy tank than actively and accurately driving around, the planets aligned and the crosshair got right into the brown tracked thing, before the primer was crushed and the shell was departed to the final destination. A Despacito from the world’s smallest Alexa could’ve been played for the brave and bold little tankist that decided to do an amazing Leeroy Jenkins to Triksa, he could’ve succeeded, but he had to bonk that tank.

But wait, weren’t there two vehicles? Yes dear reader you’re correct and I said two. While Triksa had managed to smoke the poor Locust out of the face of Earth, their ammunition racks detonating in a beautiful conflagration of fire, smoke and explodey fun, the second little fast thing was making circles all around the Champagne. When she tried to turn and attempt to aim at such small target she realized that now it was her time to say ‘Oh this is gonna suck’ as the little thing was a Japanese Ta-Se, the almighty and devilish decals of demon eyes in the turret being a mock of sorts as the smol thing in a Ke-Ni chassis carried proudly their 20mm Type 98 AA autocannon, that in such small distances could effectively penetrate the lamia’s tank everywhere, having 48mm of penetration to counter the less than 45mm steel armor of her tank, and that was only on the front hull.

She tried to do the best she could but the little bugger had won prior the determinator medal and he seemed like wanting to reclaim his juicy, big, fat WW1 target. It was surprisingly adorable seeing such a small tank attempting to tackle onto the giant, but the fact that he was winning was some weird David VS Goliath next-level stuff, as his constant autocannon shots destroyed internal modules, before hitting an ammunition rack and blowing the entire tank up in a One-Hit KO.

“Damnit…” Triksa said as she had one fluffy soft hoof on her mouse and another hoof on the keyboard in front of her, looking at the computer screen which showcased that her tank was annihilated by the explosion, and that fancy animation of the shell piercing through the armor of her tank that caused that sweet neuron activation. Amusingly, a few milliseconds later the poor Ta-Se was destroyed by a friendly BT-42 that had just came… of course they had to come just now, when Triksa had been destroyed, but alas, that’s how this game works like. “Well… that was fun” The lamia said with a cute little giggle, letting out a relaxed sigh as she managed to de-stress herself a little bit in the game, destroying other tanks, proceeding to exite the game and start drawing in her computer with her tablet. This was enough War Thunder shenanigans for today… but she was going to blast a modern tank with a 380mm derp ammunition next time she played!

This is a cute and silly adorable drawing I drew for one of my best friends; Triksa! They’re very shy, very cute and very kind and nice and I felt like drawing something for them to thank their kindness and adorableness and their patience towards me, cuz I know I’m a bit annoying and a mean friend. Thank you Triksa!~ <3.

The tank that appears in the picture is a Char 2C Bis, and the game of course is War Thunder, that addictive crazy game where you get your fancy jet fighter utterly obliterated by a fridge launcher, or where you get completely erased out of all kinds of existence by a Pe-8 that decided to nuke you specifically, or get thrown a toilet at you from an AD-2 and dying by it because you’re an open topped SPAAG (I swear I’m not making this last part up, Google ‘Toilet bomb AD-2 War Thunder’ XDDDD)

And of course there’s that adorable little long blue snek that’s one of my favorite lamias around :D. Isn’t she a cutie?! I tried to make her as fluffy as I could, while at the same time maing her look really cute, I mean she even has a tail tuft of fur!. Also that mane was fun to draw eeee! I hope they like this very much! I mean, just look at that fluffy tail/body! Don’t you want to be wrapped and coiled tightly by that fluffy softness? Only feeling the fluffy fur and the pillowy cushyness engulfing you lovingly in a warm embrace?~

And boring background cuz yes XD. At that point I didn’t think to make an urban battle like the one on the story so well ripperoni me I guess xd. The juxtaposition of the detailed tank it’s so weird contrast against the 5 years old doodle of grass and bushes lol.