Once Casper felt that his material body could move again, he raised his head slightly, opening his eyes slowly and looking around.
It felt nostalgic somehow. Like in the start, in the Midwest battle, when he fell from that building which got exploded and realized that the chaos suddenly began. He could feel now the despair that he felt back then.
At that moment, it was something like this that happened but, contrary to the previous time, he wasn't fallen on the ground and he wouldn't let himself be stuck in a life-or-death situation where he was being pushed back. This time he would fight like a real soldier... No, like a real warrior.
After all, his nickname didn't come out of nowhere.
"White warrior!" MMA shouted.
"Yes, sir!" Casper responded tightening the grip on his shield and pistol.
"Aesirs!" The voice of the Boss echoed again.
""Yes, sir!"" They all answered in unison.
"Forward!"
