[D][U] The final battle at Monte Christo

[Paragus]

The trenches didn?t really give off a welcoming feeling to the saiyan. War didn?t either but two wrongs don?t make a right. A distinct odor of vomit and body odor filled the small confines of his battle place. He felt nauseous, scared, even terrified. It was finally time, him and his boys were about to shine. Para closed his eyes and thought about all he had to endure so far. He wandered into the deep and gentle confines of his mind. There was peace, finally peace. He drifted further and further.

BOOM

The sounds of catapults crashing into the giant walls of Monte Cristo were causing a sense of caused the saiyan to snap out of his relaxing coma and back to reality. In complete unison all the troops under General Paragus stared as another catapult made contact with their beloved fort. With every hit more and more expressions of fear were shown by the soldiers. Para kept his head down and his mind focused. They were taking a beating from the catapult fire, but we were firing them as well. They were staying strong, they were staying United.

The saiyan pushed one of his fellow soldiers head down, if it was up just the slightest bit over the protection of the trench he would be picked off. He gave a bewildered thank you smile to the saiyan and clenched his gun to his chest. The noise of the war fare was deafening, it was crazy how drastic it had changed from just hours ago inside Cristo.

The marble laced walls of Cristo gave a vibrant glow, it was really the only beautiful thing about this battle. Giant craters lined the walls as if it were a design. Para glanced up at the darkened sky and saw the flaming fire balls passing over head resembling shooting stars. Debris filled the air, it was carried up with every gun shot and catapult connection.

?Keep you heads down!? Para yelled down the line.

Along with the sounds of artillery the sounds of young men screaming there last cry echoed through out the war ridden plain. The saiyan proudly took a glance back at the gates and knew he was going to stop as many of those bastards as he could. If he was going down, he wasn?t going down alone.

?Heads down damn it!? The soldiers took what he said to heart and crouched down onto the stomachs and hoped for the best.

?This is like Whack-a-mole. If you peek your head up somebody is gonna pop ya. It wont be no rubber mallet though, its gonna be sniper fire and you wont get up smiling either. Where you fall is where you stay? Para tried to explain the hardships of war in a more childish and joking manner hoping not to really get the men feeling down.

The saiyan gave a quick stroke across his thick black mustache and laid down on his back up against the side of the trench. A cool wind blew causing the saiyan?s hair to blow all over his skull. He sat in his spot shivering, but not because of the cold, he knew the time was close. The catapults wouldn?t last forever and it would soon be his time to shine. A smirk spread across the saiyan?s face.

?I hated those freaking moles? He laughed to himself trying to get himself off the thoughts of battle. The sounds of the screams, the gunshots and the crashing of the falling walls of Cristo brought him back into the cruel reality that was Conquest.