It was a dangerous war, bombs, fire, the screams of people being shot down. But in the middle of the battle was Issac the leader of the black coats and You the leader of the white coats.

You two were in the middle fighting each other. Your swords clash into one another.

"You really think you can beat me!" Issac yelled aloud an annoyed fiercely look on his face as he head on slashing your sword out of your hand cause you to fall back to the ground

he steps closer and drew his sword under your chin, you had blood streaming down your face as you sat there defenseless now.

"This is the part where you beg for your meaning less life now and try to convince me why you matter to this world."

His cocky smirk plaster on his face glaring down at you waiting to hear your please.