FLAG OF THE HOLY MOTHERLAND

   Charlotte was inspired to feel the pulsating energy in his athletic body. And the speed suddenly became, like the flapping of dragonfly wings. And so the warrior of ancient Rome missed the point of the poke. And distracted, and warrior Magda ripped his tendon on his right arm:
   - Do not dare to be rude lady!
   The thug, with his peacock feathers tugging at his lower lip, replied in frustration:
   - After all, it was just a joke! After all, it was just a joke!
   Magda mockingly, hacking on a weakening hand, replied:
   - Do not joke with a tigress!
   And when the Roman hero fell on his knees, the warrior banged his knee on the chin. Kristina approved:
   - This is quite in our SS style!
   Magda here got a tip in the shoulder, and gasped:
   - Well, you are dorks!
   Kristina advised:
   - Make the mill! And twist your swords harder! Here archers of the Romans entered the course, it was heavy in armor, and their weapon was about a man's height. Of course, the long arrow and a half meters, too dangerous weapon against half-naked girls and boys. Attila apparently realizing that it is impossible to wait any longer; threw in the attack of cavalry, which he personally led into battle.
   This giant rotated immediately with two swords, each with a knight's tournament spear!
   Magda smiled and winked.
   - Here, finally, our handsome comes!
   Christine giggled.
   - It is necessary to beat strongly and most importantly on time! At the moment when the effect of this will be maximum!
   And big arrows all fell from above. Girls and boys deftly bounced off to the side, and even shouted:
   - That will be our way! You can get away from the bullet, and what an arrow.
   But some people still hit the arrows. And not only the representatives of the German regiments of Attila died, but also, and in large quantities, from the presents of their own Roman soldiers. However, the barbarian horsemen, bypassing their ranks, attacked the enemy infantry. Well, and Attila himself, looked just chic.
   Magda threw back the sticky gentleman:
   - Do not paw, not yours!
   Christine shook her head.
   - And the guys here are not bad, although not like ours! Our Aryan falcons!
   Magda, hacking with the sword of a Roman, agreed:
   - Of course, no match! German power Rome believe no match! Crush like a louse and, hand does not tremble!
    Kristina confirmed:
   - Yes, even if the sword is not shit!
   The tiger girls briskly added, twirling a pretzel with their swords and singing:
   - We are fighting for the right cause! There is no compromise with the bayonet! The sun will not close over the clouds! Do not cover the darkness of the early dawn!
    Finally, Attila herself broke through to the archers of Rome. However, judging by the magnitude, these bows were clearly made in Britain. Fighting Magda, remembered the story. Under Edward the Third, called the Great by the English, it was the archers who became the main arm of the troops ... And some of them were mounted on a horse! The superior forces of the French were mercilessly beaten. In general, both Jungfoling and the Union of Germanic girls, hats and capsidism were not welcomed ... The British were recognized as dangerous by the enemy, having won more lands than any other nation in the entire history of the planet Earth!
   But now the horsemen of the barbarians crushed the archers, cutting them with powerful blows up to the camp. Magda, faced an opponent from China. He was not too tall, but he famously twisted his shod shoes in boots with spurs:
   - Germans are parasites - there will certainly be bits! - He roared.
   Magda answered with a dagger lunge:
   - In vain, the enemy believes that he managed to knock down the Germans! Who dares to attack in battle, enemies will violently beat!
   Christine picked up:
   - Will not comprehend the planet dashing trouble! And in vain the enemy threw strength on the march! Defeat the enemy in a terrible battle! Darkness will crumble to dust - the time of light will come!
   Magda waved again with even more energy, summing up:
   - The word is not a sparrow, but verbiage turns it into a crow!
   Christina held:
   - When the tongue grows small, a lump in the throat is baked from flour!
   Magda with a powerful, even if not for a female sword blow, struck the fighter who had jumped from the left and then grappled with the Chinese again. The blonde warrior screamed fiercely and loudly:
   - You're not taking a lie!
   The Chinese warrior replied:
   - And you do not need to take, you have everything in front of me.
   Magda giggled back: