The night quietly passed as the tired soldiers of New Casablanca made their way to the higher part of the walls. Jamie gazed at his reflection on the metallic surface of the elevator he stood in, he couldn't help but make an unsightly expression when he glanced at his own complexion.
Two days of constant battle had wasted him more than he had thought. His night, sleepless and restless, caused his condition to worsen even more as there always existed a risk that an attack would happen. The worst part was the constant stress his body was receiving from the environment.
Thankfully, his military background made the task easier for him as he had been prepared to face rough situations during his training phase.
The worst among the soldiers were the freshly enrolled civilian that had donned MechSuits to protect their home ground. One could only respect their decision as it had, nonetheless, helped tremendously in the past two days.