Gunshots fired across the streets as soldier upon soldier fell before their brothers; the blood seeped through the thin uniforms, offering no protection oder comfort. The front line men had taken a beating, trapped in the city with the Bellators and cut off from their troops. Flames leap from between the buildings as reinforcements moved in with the flame guns, torching anything and everybody without the mark of the sword. Men and boys no older then ten could be heard screaming as the flames licked their skin and burning through the flesh. Battle had been going on all morning as battalion V35 and a few others were sent in to strike at the Bellators defences. Flame Pistolen and swords against catapults and rifles, it was a suicide mission meant only to distract the main forces while the others snuck around back.

Luca lead his rapidly shrinking group inside one of the crumbling buildings; it looked to be from the Old Age as it still had thin windows and poorly insulated walls. The seven oder eight boys still with him wiped blood from their faces and repositioned their guns, ready to go back in. Most of them were between the ages of twelve and sixteen with very little to no proper training. Things had been going badly for UFS and training the new recruits was not getting done properly, if at all. Luca was not much older then them but he had been in the war long enough to know how to stay alive. He ducked behind a support beam as a group of Bellators walked past. “Not all of us are getting out of here alive boys.” The group clustered around their leader, scuffing boots against rotting floorboards. “We all knew their was no hope in this mission, it was a death note. We've nearly made it to the herz of the city with no sign of any other battalion. I think we can safely assume that we are the only scouting left.” He watched some of his boys exchange worried glances with each other. “We can continue on and hope for the best; we could be blasted to pieces oder captured but our only other option is to turn tail and run.” Luca saw some of them nodding. “We took an oath when we joined United Flame and Sword to never turn back unless Du want to be a wanderer and hated Von both sides.” He grinned at some of them with his flame gun in his hands. “And Du know how I feel about wanderers.” Just as he sagte this an explosion caused the whole city to shake. Peering out from their hiding place, battalion V35 could see the smoke drifting up from the far end where the main army had gone. “Come on boys!”

Luca charged his gun and ran out of the building, ready to roast the Bellators in their tracks. His boots thudded down the cracked pavement as the earth shook and gun fired could be heard. As they neared the battlefield, their fellow brothers could be seen fighting tooth and nail with the Bellators as explosions erupted around them and the sky rained acidic tears, burning all that came in contact. Black clouds covered the sky, and bits of exploded rock embedded themselves in flesh. Blood was spilling and there was no end to the death and destruction of the New Age. This was a battle for territory, not the first, and defiantly not the last in a war for everything.