Music: Night Witches by Sabaton

Later that day, she had been ordered to the Caesars tent to receive a mission. She entered the camp, following the main path such a system had running down the center of the camp. Around her, the soldiers, many of whom had been at the Battle earlier, stopped to stare at her with a mix of awe and fear. If she had to guess, awe at what she did or what she was, and fear because of what she did. She took it in stride as she approached the tent.

Well, tent would be a bit of a stretch. The thing was massive; virtually a small house of stiff red fabric. A pair of banners stood on either side of the flaps of the tent, along with a guard. Then snapped to attention as she walked up, giving her a stiff salute and a loud "Ave!" Rainbow gave a small grin as she pushed past them and entered the tent. The inside was similar in luxury, with a small fire in the center of the tent and three small sections of it. One was a bedroom, one was a makeshift kitchen, and the final one was a command section with a large map table and small markers. Sitting on a small, simple throne by the far section of the tent was Caesar Drusilla.

Rainbow walked up and bowed. "What is it, Caesar?"

"Praetor Cossinius tells me that you turned the tide in today's battle. Scattered the zebras attempted encirclement and the procced to drive them into a rout. Well done, Voluntatem. Now, I have another task for you."

"What do you want me to do, Caesar?"

"I've been told that the zebras, as many fled, began to call you 'Ehamba Amademoni', or 'Flying Demon' in their tongue. They fear you, and by proxy, me and my army. I seek to make this fear much stronger."

"And you plan to do that, how, Caesar?" Rainbow was starting to get a little annoyed, despite her brain telling her that she shouldn't be.

"Those barbarians are superstitious. The fact they see you as a demon is proof of this. Some of them may be skeptical, however. I seek to make them believe it." She then stood up, walking over to her and giving her something. A note. It was in Zebrican, so she couldn't read it, but the Caesar seemed to like it. "I want you to find and kill one of their war chiefs, then leave this note on his body."

"All due respect, Caesar, but what good will one note do? I mean, it's just a note."

"Right; you don't know how to speak Zebrican. The note says this: My masters will extend far, and I will hunt her enemies further. The only reason you still draw breath is that she doesn't desire you dead yet. That'll get those barbarian bastards into a frenzy to run away from me! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Now, go."

"Thy will be done, Caesar." And with that, she stood and left.

She flew over the savannah, the fading sun casting long shadows below her. Her own shadow was hidden by clouds and other long shadows of the grass, trees, and rocks. Ahead, a small town rose out of the grass, and a sea of mats surrounded it. The remains of the zebrican army had been forced to retreat to this village, apparently called Savarnai, after the battle to lick its wounds. Even as she flew over, she saw the zebras bind their wounds, fix their broken equipment, sleep or eat.

She landed in the tall grass just on the rim of the mats, not wanting to risk getting any closer before night set in. She stalked up to the edge of the grass, making sure to keep her rainbow-colored mane hidden. From there, she pulled some of the grass over her to keep her hidden and waited.

Naturally, this wasn't an easy task for the impetuous flyer. She wanted to be in the thick of it, not hiding in a patch of grass. She wanted to be fighting, not just sitting around! But, well, life wasn't fair, and she had to make due with the cards she got. So, she hunkered down, tried not to fall asleep, and prayed to Damocles (she wondered if she was supposed to pray to him) that none of the zebras near the edge of the encampment needed to come out here to take a piss.

Finally, the sun finally faded below the sky, and the moon rose into the void. Campfires had sprung up throughout the mass of bodies. That would make getting to any officers a bit of a challenge. But, what would Rainbow be if not willing to take risks? So, she fastened her goggles, pulled up her gaiter, stalked slowly away from the edge of the camp, and took off into the sky.

She soared over the camp, trying to keep out of sight. Fortunately, the moon was hidden behind clouds, and while the sea of mats was well lit, the village itself wasn't. As she flew over it, she picked up the headdress of a war chief, one who was practically alone. She couldn't have asked for something more perfect for her.

The war chief entered one of the huts, which she landed next to. Inside, she saw him take off his headdress, weapons, and other pieces of jewelry. She was about to strike when she saw that he wasn't alone. Another Zebra was inside, a female lying on a mat of furs. She said, "Sthandwa sami. Kwenzenjani? Ubonakala unenkathazo."

"Ngiyaxolisa. Ngisanda nje, ngiphazamisekile," he said back.

She sat up, wrapping a hoof around his neck. "Uthando lwami, phumula. Umkhandlu awufiki kuze kusasa. Vele uphumule."

"Uqinisile. Woza." The two began kissing, falling back onto the mat as they began to make love.

Rainbow recoiled in alarm, hiding her head around the corner of the door of the hut. After a quick shudder, she reconsidered the plan. She couldn't really just walk in and stab him; the female would cause problems. Then she lightly smacked her head in her own stupidity. Her crossbow pistols. She pulled one out, then stuck the note the tip.

She learned around the corner, taking aim at the back of his head. A few seconds later, she let the bolt fly, and the bolt struck the back of the skull. He went limp, falling down on top of his mare. "Uju? Ingabe kukhona okungalungile?," the mare said. Rainbow didn't wait for her to figure it out, holstering her pistol and took off. She was still within earshot when she screamed, but was out of it before the rest of the zebras came running.