War has always been a favorable pastime of mine, enjoying the destruction and misery brought about to the enemy troops when they’re outmatched. Seeing living bodies become cold corpses, the sound of gunfire and cries of defeat, taking control of the enemy bases and camps, all of these made war fun.
The absolutely best part was always confronting the enemy leader, and making a mess out of them with ease. An army is only as strong as its leader, and I’ve yet found one that was able to best even my most basic of infantry.
Salazar swore he was prepared to deal with somebody such as myself. I proved him wrong.
My lungs filled with the scent of gunpowder and despair from the battlefield as I took a big huff of air.
“What weaklings, the humans are. It still boggles me how so many throughout history attempted to try and unify all of them under one flag.”
In a strange burst of humility, I called out to see if he was alive, addressing him by rank, Commander Salazar.
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