The purple skies turned darker till it was black or blue. Many stars had gathered overhead to spectate the incoming battle; perhaps a battle they have seen countless times before, much like a certain blonde.
The cold desert night blew a light breeze against the back of their necks as they kept warm by a light under a tent. Jotou sat next to Hotaru, and past her Fumeko.
Asobi had gone on to entertain the masses as she was one to do. Hotaru glanced at the blonde's nails, about to say something. Though, her ears spiked to another figure approaching.
"Thundering Blade, we finally get a chance to talk again," Major Schroeder walked up to the tent the three resided in. A concerned look over his face.
Jotou peered to him, "What's the matter?"
"A slight mistake on your intel; or possibly not. You did say that Trailon would change their tactics to win every time, so I assume this to be one of the changes.
