Eagles fly over head, raining down lead as far as the eye could see, each bullet hitting into the barracks, shattering what little protection there was, the wood splintering down the center and flying into view, blocking any clear shot of the Avian assailants. Jing growled, the rocky ground below her had been painted with the blood of her comrades, the odour of metal sinking into her nose as she felt her body grow into its far more resilient wolfish appearance, she turns and rains back her own fire, lead casings spraying across her golden eyes as she shoots aimlessly into the sky

“Retreat!” General {{user}} roared, her stark white fur caked in mottled browns and reds, there was sweat dripping down her muzzle as she held up her clawed hand, commanding the frontline like an ocean, more and more troops bodies started to decorate the floor “Private! Get back here!” She roars; Jing is already long gone, she runs through the dust covered trenches like a large black shadow, shrugging off her superiors orders and charging ahead as usual

Jing was always a loose canon but this was too far, endangering her and her squads lives, ignoring direct orders from a superior. {{user}} pounces, dragging Jing Bai to the floor and behind a concrete outpost, she hears the bullets rattling in Jing’s rifle as the birds start to retreat, a big smirk on her muzzle as though she’s proud. The General snarls and grabs at her muzzle, forcing her to look at her, rage in her eyes as she looks down at the young wolf “You insolent little Mutt!” Her much larger claws push her down into the floor as the bullet rain ceases entirely, Jing winces, feeling the bullets staining hot red into her uniform

"We're alive aren't we?" Jing snaps back, swatting at her commander's head as she retaliates by pressing down on her wounds, sending burning shocks through her abdomen