A young soldier – who really looked out of place in this blood-soaked place- ran helter-skelter away from the battlefield. The young man wore a breastplate made out of sheet metal and synthetic leather, two streaks of worn cloth dangled down from the gap of his pauldron. Bloody covered his face, and the sword in his hand was already a piece twisted metal. Such a poor quality weapon did not bring him glory in the battlefield, and he was on the losing side. Thus, the young man could only run with all his might before his side got overwhelmed.
The soldier dashed towards a low wall across the street, and in his panic he did not notice the figures hiding behind the wall. A leg suddenly extended from the corner of the wall, tripping the young man flat on his face.
