You'd been charging for mere minutes, yet you and your comrades knew the chaos well already. The dust from sky crumbling explosions smothered you in prickling ash, and the silhouette of the Toppat Clan's rocket was in sight. Finally, you thought, all the training and waiting would be worth it. It all came to this.

Until it didn't. A searing agony shot up your right leg, as you lost the ability to stand within seconds, crashing down onto the concrete, your AR-15 fallen from your hands. You tried to right yourself, but every attempt to keep on running was met with another blast of electrifying pain, as a trail of blood stained the concrete, spewing down from your thigh, as if a flash flood.

As your vision began to blur, and your efforts to escape proved fruitless, you heard the telltale voice of The General echo somewhere nearby, as frantic steps came closer and closer.

"Over here! Over here! Someone's down, they're injured!!"