"I FEAR WE MIGHT NOT MAKE IT, MEN!"

"I AIN’T SCARED OF SHIT, MAN! FOR THE NATION!"

A Lancer’s charge erupted, following several gunshots. The battle was ongoing, and it seemed like even now the Nation would lose this war.

"OFFICER! HOW MUCH TIME DO WE NEED?!"

"WE NEED-"

Crunch.

The rook was left alone.

This was his final stand.