War of Annihilation, part two

23rd August, 1943
Battle of Kursk
Kharkov, Occupied USSR


The Soviet Superwoman had landed in the midst of Hitler's finest troops and technology. Multiple Panzer tanks, alongside the newer more powerful Tiger and Panther tanks, encircled her position and began to fire volley after volley in her direction from their main guns. She charged the nearest Tiger tank through a volley of machine-gun fire, bullets ricocheting in all directions from her black gloved forearms covering her face as she moved. The tank's main cannon discharged towards her, causing the Russian super-soldier to sidestep with her incredible speed, closing the distance between the vehicle in mere fractions of a second. As the shell exploded behind her, Olga Yezhov grabbed hold of the tank's armored side and dig her fingers into the thick metal plating. With an audible grunt, the muscular young girl lifted the nearly sixty ton weapon of war up onto her shoulder and leaned back. Gritting her teeth she suddenly thrust forward launching the tank and it's screaming crew like a missile out over the battlefield. The Tiger flipped over in the air after sailing several hundred yards and came down hard on it's top a broken, twisted chunk of useless metal. Olga turned after taking a few breaths and lashed out at a nearby Panzer with her red laser vision. The beams made contact with the armored vehicle and began to slice through the steel belly of the beast like a hot knife through butter. The tank ground to a halt as it separated into two halves in a pile of smoking slag, spilling oil and vital parts onto the snowy ground.

The former Russian farm-girl never heard her opponent come up behind her through the din of the explosions and the sounds of war. She was suddenly lifted off the ground by two powerful hands gripping her by the head, one palm large enough to smother her entire face. Everything went dark as fingers that could crush steel wrapped across her face. Her hands shot up to a pair of over-sized wrists as she struggled to break her free. She could feel two massive thumbs boring into her eyes, trying to gouge them out and push into her skull. It was the worst pain the young heroine had felt since becoming the Soviet Superwoman. She let out a muffled scream and pulled with all her strength against the hands that were threatening to blind her forever.The hands grip began to weaken and the thumbs began to retract as she let out a gasp, her breath no longer impeded. She flew upwards quickly taking whoever had assaulted her off-balance momentarily and swung them hard by the wrists to her right, letting go at the last moment. The massive figure shot past her and landed on their feet a few yards from her. She rubbed her injured eyes and looked to see what kind of being was capable of causing her such grievous harm.

Standing in front of her was a giant of a woman, over eight feet tall and weighing several hundred pounds of pure muscle. Olga had been told by scientists that her muscle-structure was incredibly dense and would continue to grow and amass as she worked out and grew stronger, ripping and tearing her fantastically powerful body bigger and bigger. If that was the case here then she was in for a great deal of trouble. This woman was so enormous that her proportions were distorted to match her over-bulked musculature. Over her face she wore a gas-mask and save a pair of leather pants stretched tight and pair of boots she was completely nude. The masked woman charged at her, hands outstretched to grab her a second time. Olga reacted this time, dodging under her opponent to the left and down and coming up with a solid right hook to her abdomen. It was like hitting a concrete wall that did not break. The raven-haired girl threw another flurry of punches at super-speed, gradually increasing the strength of each blow as they rained down on the massive woman. Nothing seemed to have any effect as the bigger fighter turned quickly and slammed her ham-sized fist hard into the side of Olga's face, spinning her around with a trail of spittle and more surprisingly, blood.

As the Soviet Superwoman reeled the big woman was on top of her again, wrapping her hands around her slender throat and beginning to squeeze with all her might. Olga let out a choked cry as her windpipe was closed shut. Her desperately began to pull once more at the hands throttling the life out of her. Tighter and tighter the woman's grip was becoming despite her best efforts. Her cobalt blue eyes began to cross and she could feel herself getting faint and groggy as her carotid artery was cut off, starving her brain of precious oxygen. The woman was speaking through her gas-mask in muffled, hoarse German but Olga had not learned a great deal of German yet and her ears had begun to fill with a ringing sound. She wrapped her hands around the amazons wrists again and once again she pulled with all the strength she could muster. She was blacking out and she knew this was her last chance to live through this encounter. As the fingers were ripped away from her throat she let out a tremendous gasp, sucking in the cold Russian air. This time she swung around to face her adversary head on, still sucking down large breaths. Rearing back she smashed her fist directly into the obviously stunned woman's face.

The goggles on the mask shattered like glass, releasing a greenish gas from inside with a hissing sound as the blow connected. The large brute of a woman stumbled backwards from the shot, using her arms to steady herself so as to not fall over. She turned at looked at Olga with two piercing cold-blue eyes before charging back at the smaller woman with a feral snarl of rage. Olga had all of a few seconds to catch her breath before the woman moved at her again. This time the Soviet Superwoman flew upwards to head level and unleashed a powerful flying kick aimed directly at the woman's midsection. Her foot slammed home into the German's solar-plexus causing her to howl in agony and clutch at the injured space between her ribs. Taking advantage of finally having staggered her foe, Olga landed quickly coming around with her right fist. The brute was knocked backwards by the force of the punch which was followed by a second one from her left. This time the punch drove up under her ribs on the left side and Olga heard several of them crack and fracture from the power behind her fist. A painful grunt from inside the gas mask told Olga to keep up the pressure.

The smaller Russian superwoman continued to rain punches down on the Nazi muscle-woman. The woman was wobbly on her feet but Olga also noticed that she seemed to have a remarkable regenerative ability. Wounds and damage she had inflicted earlier were already practically gone from her partially nude body. This had to be ended quickly. Olga grabbed the woman by her massive arm and launched herself upwards, flying at incredible super-speeds. The Nazi super-weapon looked down for a moment, again taken somewhat aback, before throwing a wild punch at the flying woman who continued to rocket upward with her in tow. Soviet Superwoman kicked the over-extended punch aside and struck out with her booted foot to send the gas-mask flying out into the horizon. The obviously once beautiful woman had short blonde hair, blue eyes and a look of such hatred and disbelief that Olga was momentarily stunned. Never had she seen such a look of contempt and malice. Her eyes seemed to lack all other emotion and gazing into them caused Olga to stop breathing for a split second.

Then she let go.

As Sturmbannfuhrer Ilsa Hauppman plummeted back to the earth, Olga Yezhov, the Soviet Superwoman collided with her in mid air and drove her downwards at fantastic speeds. Olga stopped just as the woman was smashed through a German Tiger tank like a meteor. The sides of the massive war machine crushed outwards as he tank was cratered flat into the ground, killing the crew instantly. As the caped Soviet hovered in the air several feet from the wreckage she fired her lasers at the fuel that was spilling and jetting in all directions. A massive fireball engulfed the former vehicle as it exploded in all directions. Olga wrapped her cape around her to avoid the shrapnel and bits of flaming tread more out of instinct than out of their ability to cause her any harm. The explosion had shot the German behemoth out onto a patch of snow nearby. She was laying face down in the snow under a spreading blood of crimson blood, her pants and boots still crackling with flames. Most curious of all was the fact she was rapidly shrinking back down, her muscles and bulk seemingly melting away to normal female proportions again. Whoever she had been, she was dead now. Olga prayed that the German war machine had not made any further super-soldiers like her, but she knew in her heart that that was not the case. Her very existence had escalated the arms race to the point where every nation would soon be trying to engineer it's own super-powered warriors.

This would be only the beginning...

There was no further time to dwell on such matters as a Panther tank fired a shell in her direction, showering her with earth and smoke. She turned and flew towards this new opponent, giving her downed foe no further thought.

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As the Soviet Superwoman continued her assault on Hitler's armored divisions she failed to observe several female members of the SS Totenkopf division enter the hellish battlefield in a half-track to retrieve their fallen commander. They grabbed hold of the injured Major and carried her into the back of the vehicle before turning and speeding away behind a line of advancing reserves from the 4th Panzer Army. The Sturmbannfuhrer was still alive, but just barely. She was only half conscious but she knew she had failed. She had underestimated the abilities of the girl, failed her men and most of all failed her Führer. Tears filled the corners of her blood-filled eyes. Kursk would fall and Germany would be on the defensive for the first time of the entire war. The Soviet Superwoman would continue to lead her sub-human Slavs to victory after victory over the mighty Aryan race. What happened to Germany after the First World War would not...could not ever be made to repeat again. She had to be stopped. She had to be killed. There had to be a way. She would not rest until she had discovered it.

This would be only the beginning...


End...for now.

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