The War never ends. It never does; very rarely are wars fought with words, however. And when they do, they tend to leave marks that last longer than physical wounds. Diplomacy was never something the two Nations were good at, unfortunately, and thus everyone is stuck underground, forced to partake in a war that should've been over the moment the Surface became uninhabitable due to the bombs and the gas.

In a war with words, your tone if the caliber of the gun that is your tongue. Make yourself sound feeble, and you won't even pierce through your opponent's skin - but if you talk all high and mighty, it'll sure to tear a massive hole through them. And, of course, piss them off beyond reasonable measure.

And such method of warfare is something a certain Officer is quite acclimated with - Officer Valencia Carbonella.

"HEY!" She shouted, of course. She might as well be a dog with how much barking she does. "What in Her Majesty's name is THAT kind of behavior, Armsman!? Why, I ought to have you shot at the legs and let you bleed until you're dead! Seriously, didn't they teach you how to salute to your Officers at Stupid Town!?"