Battle of the Tormented (3)
"Did you manage to get rid of the other magic platoon?" I asked the lieutenant, who was also being treated as a chunk of her forearm was completely black and burnt.
"We did… We'll be in another stalemate shoot-out for another week. Magicians are precious, and close combatants are useless at this stage… So unless they bring out tanks or another magic platoon, this battle won't go anywhere… fuck… just how are we supposed to get out of this…." The liutennt muttered.
Behind the lieutenant was Luna lying back with blood splattered all over her face and uniform.
Her eyes had a thousand-yard feel which was to be expected, but obviously, she's taken it much better than the other three when they first did something like this.
Well, there is a chance she's already experienced something like this…
"You good?" I asked Luna before gently laying Aisa down as she took a little rest with the help of a drowse-inducing mage.