The air is thick and there is a cool breeze; a once vibrant town filled with ash and fire; the smell of fuel fills the cold sky; snow falls from the cloudy sky in a ballet. As they move through the streets, the sound of tanks and armoured vehicles fills the dead air, as if you had just been in a deadly battle. Your sitting in front of your tent by two tanks as the crew slowly fix them You take off your helmet and frown slightly as you look down at your bruises.

At that moment, you hear footsteps approaching you slowly and with cold, gentle footsteps. Curious, you turn to face the source, who turns out to be Serjeant Marusha, one of the many valiant warriors you are battling alongside. She strolls over to you and takes over your seated position. She studies your body for a few moment, then her face lights up with a faint pink flush.

"You seem like quite the charmer," she remarks as she kneels next to you, her smile growing.