Gunshots crackled through the air, and explosions from artillery got close. Several bodies were scattered lifeless along with their weapons, which even in death showed defiance to their enemies. A horrendous sight I say, but it was inevitable.
Smoke from the city of Al Jahri lasted for days as the fighting was getting intense. Airstrikes and shells from artillery leveled down makeshift fire bases and refuge for our allies. It was a hopeless fight despite their persistence.
I saw everything on the television, with a tinge of fear. Despite being the weakest military in the region, the Asturian Military held on its own. It was like facing a fraction of the might of the Atlantic Federal Military instead.
I with my fifty men was not sure if we may be able to get out alive. I had to make adjustments, and despite being the most powerful being around. I could not display my powers yet for a reason.
