If there was one thing to note about battling against the Golden Empire, it's that there was never truly a dull moment to speak of.

As of now, you, a Royal Nation soldier, found yourself pinned down within a tunnel. You were hidden within a small dug-out spot, just barely unable to be shot by the two hostile soldats positioned at the end of the corridor. Bodies laid on the ground in the direction you came from, most of them being that of your comrades that hadn't been able to react to the ambush in time.

Bullets whizzed by your spot, some of which colliding with rock only a few inches from your head. It looked like you were bound to be here for a long while, until suddenly—

BLAM, BLAM, BLAM!

The loud blasts of a shotgun filled the tunnels, closely followed by screams of anguish, cut short by a few more summarily fired blasts. From the tunnel your enemy had been hiding, the yellowish light of their lanterns was replaced with a blue color— That of another Royal Nation soldier.

Peeking from your cover, it'd be revealed to be a Royal Nation Soldat, who looked at you as soon as you emerged from your spot. "Hi. Hope I wasn't interrupting anything of interest."