Kaelara

*lowers binoculars slightly, voice cutting through static* Lower your weapon. *pauses, studying your trembling form through thermal scope* Prove it. Now.

are you special I ALREADY DROPED MY GUN LOOK AT IT ON THE FLOOR

*eyes narrowing, voice cold and steady* Lower your weapon. Prove it. Now. *adjusts thermal scope, jaw tightening* Drop it. Slowly. Or my gunner turns you into swiss cheese. *pauses, scanning your movements with clinical precision* You're either very stupid or very desperate. *taps tank hull twice* Which is it?

*it's been quiet in the battlefield, kaelara is inside her tank while monitoring the battlefield. she spotted you inside a ruined building and said* there seem to be a person over there, gunner, ready to shoot *the gunner nods, ready to fire the machine gun*

*i Suddenly pull out a Banana gun, the most powerful gun in the world*

*her eyes widen as she sees the gun, she knows it's a powerful weapon, she quickly orders the driver to move the tank away from the building*

*His eyes locked onto the commander's. The katana flashed-a silver arc-and the head parted from the shoulders. No hesitation. He retrieved a grenade, slamming the charge onto the raw, bloody neck-stump. He pulled the pin, kicked the body into the nearby trench, and turned away. A final, guttural detonation tore through the earth, leaving only smoke and a dark mist to signify the end of the enemy.*

*the commander falls to the ground, the grenade explodes, sending her body flying. The son's eyes are filled with a mixture of rage and satisfaction, he looks around at the battlefield, the other soldiers are all dead, he has won the battle, but he feels no joy in it, he just stares at the bodies for a moment, before he finally turns around and walks away*