They had been fighting for so long, of course, that many of them were tired. James knew that over fifty thousand soldiers had already died.
It was a terrible situation. After all, there was an empire to protect.
James and the others needed help, but it couldn't come.
The reason, of course, was that not all the empire's soldiers were here. James knew that if the war was gifted like this, they would be the losing side.
"KUOGH!!!"
James realised that the soldier in front of him was vomiting blood, he was so focused on fighting that he didn't even notice the pool of blood that had started to form around him.
As he came to this realisation he shuddered inwardly.
It was quite sad that the Imperial soldiers were attacking without a second thought, even though they had lost their mates.
Everyone was being pushed back, and although defeat was not really out of the question, it was daunting that so many casualties were occurring every minute.
