Laira Narot

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''"Hold it together! Mum and Dad are gone! You have to look after her!" ''

''The boy standing in front of her frusterates her with his tears and his clenched fists. She doesn't want to hurt him anymore than he already has been. She's had to slap him to stop him panicing and the bruise on his cheek is brutal evidence of it. The little girl behind her is curled up in a corner, sobbing and moaning. It hurts her that she has to go but she needs to stay strong. She's sick of crying and she's sick of being weak. They will starve without money and she's going to the army.''

''"Lai! Don't go!" The young girl has plucked up the courage to try and stop her. She turns and gives the girl a hug. ''

"Talina... I need to leave. I need to make money for you and Edger so you can live. I promise I'll be back to visit."

"Lieutenant Narot?"

"Copy."

"Flank left along the river."

The earth squelches beneath my feet. Two more rookies are behind me clunking in the unfamiliar Armatura. One falls into the mud and I whirl on him.

"Keep it down, Filor!"

Idiots. I swear most of them are softies looking for adventure. The army is no adventure and the stories you make... nightmares. I swear that I had to do the worst things imaginable to Axims in the name of the army. Quelling uprisings, destroying gangs. After a while you start to get used to the violence. Then the day comes when you crave battle and blood. Bloodlust. The ability to smile in battle; the longing to hone your skills; the desire to need to survive.

"Lieutenant? Troops approaching at least 16 feet in front of us."

Filor isn't as useless as I thought.

"Set up an ambush. Filor, right. Demad, left. I'm the bait."

The talking increases the closer the soldiers get to me. I can't help but smile. These aren't trained at all. I stick my sword in the ground and wait. By the sound there is probably 4 of them. 3 for me then. The other two won't be as quick. 1... 2... 3. Woosh, the familiar rush as I activate my Armatura. I punch the first one down and run her through. Both of my squadmembers are actually keeping pace but then I realise that they attacked to early. In a battle like this it won't matter. However in a war, this would be a failure of a mission. No matter. The job is done. I realise that there's a limp corpse hanging on my sword. I pull the length of my blade through him and wipe my blade on his body.

"Having fun boys?"