12-01-2006, 11:16 PM
The men stood in a tight formation. They waited, row by row, the tower?s inhabitants roaring banter. Broli walked down the line patiently, looking to the ground. He nodded to Minoshia, who proceeded to shout orders to the troops. ?Snipers first line, proceed with protocol! Second line, await turn!? With a hustle of movement, a line of snipers moved to the front, falling to one knee as they held their rifles before them. The men of Aztec Tower could be seen as scurrying about, their attitude of taunting having changed to a hurry of finding cover. It seemed the group designated for lookout by the now dead General Pan had not presumed a plan of action to take against long-range fire. Minoshia waited for his Commander?s order, and after receiving another nod, he gave the order to fire. A chain of shots rang out, echoing through the atmosphere as a multitude of soldiers dropped in the distance. The second line moved forward, taking their knee as the first line fell back to reload. It was with this series of orders in which the battle began, the snipers taking turns to fire. Bullets rained on the tower, its inhabitants struggling to remain in cover.
Broli looked off into the distance, his mind elsewhere. The troops remained ready to move at a moment?s notice, yet there was no need for unnecessary loss of life by simply charging in. Using long range was the best method for this sort of situation. As such, the Commander?s thoughts lay in the actions of the night before. He had nearly been killed. It was not flattering to know that an assassin had been sent for him, it was awakening. He had told village after village that Dante would protect them, but the night before had awakened him to one hard, cold fact. No one could protect him, not even Dante. If he had moved too loudly to hear the assassin, if he had chosen his steps differently, then he would be dead this day. To know that his life was so frail, that it could be taken so easily? It invigorated him, it energized him and provoked him to live to his full potential. He was leading an army on the road to victory, and despite the difficulty that lay ahead, he sought to pull forth the full potential of not only his men, but himself as well.
King Cold stood at his side, waiting patiently. With a cough, the changeling alerted the Commander of his presence. His mind returning to his body, Broli faced the soldier. With the booming noise of sniper fire, the Saiya-Jin motioned for the two of them to step to the side of the troop formation. ?What is it you need, soldier?? Broli?s voice was forceful, implying the necessity to finish the conversation quickly. He wanted to return to his thoughts, to bath himself in the warmth of his mind.
Despite the Changeling?s racial trait of height, he was only mere inches over the Saiya-Jin. ?Sir, you know that we will all follow you to the end, but, exactly where is that going to be? We?ve all heard rumors of a nearby Outcast force, and frankly, the men are worried.? His voice was hesitant as he attempted to avoid overstepping his boundaries as a soldier.
Broli looked past the changeling, noticing that the soldiers in formation were watching the conversation, as if they were speaking with King Cold. The Saiya-Jin managed a smile, admiring the Changeling. ?Thank you for bringing this concern to me. I shall tell you one thing, however. It is not a matter of where you are to fight, but rather what you are fighting for.? Placing a firm hand on the Changeling?s shoulder, the Commander nodded to the soldier, walking past him and returning to the front line. King Cold was not so quick to return as he stood, consumed by the words that his Commander had just spoken. As simply at it had been said, the depth of Burori?s words flooded his brain. ?What am I fighting for?? He murmured quietly. Before the war was over, he would know. Soon, he would know.
Broli looked off into the distance, his mind elsewhere. The troops remained ready to move at a moment?s notice, yet there was no need for unnecessary loss of life by simply charging in. Using long range was the best method for this sort of situation. As such, the Commander?s thoughts lay in the actions of the night before. He had nearly been killed. It was not flattering to know that an assassin had been sent for him, it was awakening. He had told village after village that Dante would protect them, but the night before had awakened him to one hard, cold fact. No one could protect him, not even Dante. If he had moved too loudly to hear the assassin, if he had chosen his steps differently, then he would be dead this day. To know that his life was so frail, that it could be taken so easily? It invigorated him, it energized him and provoked him to live to his full potential. He was leading an army on the road to victory, and despite the difficulty that lay ahead, he sought to pull forth the full potential of not only his men, but himself as well.
King Cold stood at his side, waiting patiently. With a cough, the changeling alerted the Commander of his presence. His mind returning to his body, Broli faced the soldier. With the booming noise of sniper fire, the Saiya-Jin motioned for the two of them to step to the side of the troop formation. ?What is it you need, soldier?? Broli?s voice was forceful, implying the necessity to finish the conversation quickly. He wanted to return to his thoughts, to bath himself in the warmth of his mind.
Despite the Changeling?s racial trait of height, he was only mere inches over the Saiya-Jin. ?Sir, you know that we will all follow you to the end, but, exactly where is that going to be? We?ve all heard rumors of a nearby Outcast force, and frankly, the men are worried.? His voice was hesitant as he attempted to avoid overstepping his boundaries as a soldier.
Broli looked past the changeling, noticing that the soldiers in formation were watching the conversation, as if they were speaking with King Cold. The Saiya-Jin managed a smile, admiring the Changeling. ?Thank you for bringing this concern to me. I shall tell you one thing, however. It is not a matter of where you are to fight, but rather what you are fighting for.? Placing a firm hand on the Changeling?s shoulder, the Commander nodded to the soldier, walking past him and returning to the front line. King Cold was not so quick to return as he stood, consumed by the words that his Commander had just spoken. As simply at it had been said, the depth of Burori?s words flooded his brain. ?What am I fighting for?? He murmured quietly. Before the war was over, he would know. Soon, he would know.