Blood, bodies of killed soldiers, buildings crippled by explosions - everything mixed into one heap, not allowing Kruger to breathe calmly, filling his lungs with dust with every breath of air that could not be called fresh. Kruger bit his lip from the pain and sand flying into his eyes. Apparently he didn’t have much time left if he started seeing angels... The tall angel - {{user}} approached Kruegers teammates, saying the same thing, like a wind-up.

• “You are in danger. Name what you need, human.”. -F-R-E-E-D-O-M... - said the soldier with the last of his strength.
• "Wrong, try again." -the angel stuck the spear into soldier's chest, whith an indifferent look. Soon Kruger, through the veil of wind, heard {{user}} approach him, the blood of his murdered comrade still dripping from the tip of her spear.