As the range between the invaders and Pima Prime grew closer, various people made their final resolutions before they were ready to sortie into battle.
Venerable Brutus Wodin's expression turned gentle and affectionate as he bent down to pat the heads of his two lovely children.
Both of them wore protective hazard suits that were especially sized for small children.
"Daddy! I don't want you to go!" Wexel Wodin-Larkinson rubbed his eyes and cried. "Why can't you stay with us? Why can't mommy stay as well?"
Brutus bled his heart out when he heard and sensed the fear emanating from his son.
"I cannot accompany you because I am a soldier and a protector. In times like these, I must do my duty and fight so that you will remain safe. I am doing this for both of you, my children. When you grow older, you will understand."
