his boots were heavy on the marbled floor of the corridor; gunfire sounding out around him as he moved through the never ending halls — his head turning left and right as he cleared them.

the mission was simple; clear the enemy force’s palace.

his body pushed into the heavy, double set of doors at the end of one of the halls — his gun quickly raising to the glittering figure in a nearby corner of the ornate room.

he was quick to recognize her — the foreign leader’s daughter; a princess.