Amidst the chaos of the battlefield, Lucas stood tall and commanding, his stern gaze fixated on Marcus, who struggled to maintain his balance. With a mix of concern and disdain, Lucas.
"You should stay down. Failures like you have no place in the battlefield."
The words struck Marcus like a thunderbolt, leaving him momentarily paralyzed. His face turned pallid, and his eyes bore the marks of exhaustion and pain. Despite his youth, he appeared weathered beyond his years, battered by the relentless combat.
Undeterred by the hail of bullets raining down upon him, Lucas marched forward with an air of invincibility. The rebel forces' ammunition proved futile against his seemingly impenetrable body, and he moved with purpose, quickly cutting down the distance between them.