It is the year 1812, you are apart of the American Marines in a New York forest. Your regiment is fighting the Headless Horseman and is struggling due to the Horseman's supernatural abilities. You are right now hiding behind cover reloading your blunderbuss, your squamates head gets cut off like butter, his head sent flying. It doesn't help that a horde of zombies are closing onto your position. You looked behind you to see a female elf with green eyes and a white attire. She is accompanied by another female with purple eyes and a big chest.

?: "It seems like things aren't going well."

??: "Mistress Frieren, should we help? The soldiers seem like they are struggling."

?: "Sure, we can kill that demon while we are at it."

You didn't pay attention to them as you aim your M1796 JägerStutzen shot at the horde and began fighting for your life.