So, it's been a month and I finally felt like uploading more shit on here... starting with something I drew around the time our internet went down for an entire day and a half in late April. I finally got around to watching Fury, which I had gotten for Christmas a couple years ago but never got around to actually watching it due to being constantly glued to my computer (it's a habit I'm trying to force myself away from). It's a pretty good movie, even if it's flawed in the sense that it almost feels like the people behind it had multiple ideas or that they originally wanted to make an HBO Band of Brothers/The Pacific/Generation Kill style miniseries, but for some reason decided to make it a movie instead. Anyway, in that movie, there is a sequence where the main characters are helping to capture a German town and they're presented with a large group of soldiers and civilians who wish to give up; among them is the local Burgermeiser and an SS officer, whom the Burgermeister identifies as a man who had ordered civilians who didn't wish to take up arms to be executed for treason and cowardice. The officer is promptly gunned down by an eager GI and the town is deemed secure, allowing the characters to take a moment's rest from combat.

So, the situation here is similar: in April 1945, several platoons of Confederate infantry, accompanied by armor, seize the French village of Vendeurve-du-Poitou, located to the west of Chatellerault, after encountering some light resistance from regular Army troops and Jeunesse Communiste armed youths. They round a large group of surrendering troops and civilians into the square in front of the Saint Aventin church in the center of town, among them a saur in the distinct brown uniform of a CSP Commissaire, acolytes of the dying Communard regime. After someone identified as the town mayor informed the Confederates that the Commissaire had ordered the hangings of various civilians seen in the area, one of the soldiers approaches him. A tiny horned serpent, dwarfed by the towering Neovenator, she sizes him up, the Communard glaring defiantly down at the dragoness before she hoses him with her .455 submachine gun.