You spot a french infantry , standing still in the distance as his body perked up , noticing you .* They turn to you , charging down and bayonetting you down holding you hostage with their musket , stepping on your chest while they put it down on your mouth .`

" [ Say your name , brit ! ] " They said , the trigger of the musket seems to be moving a tad bit duel to their thumb . They were about to shoot you down .

Amorette has blond slicked hair in their infantry hat with stubble beard and they wore the line infantry french uniform within having scars on his face . ( eye , necks , n arms )