[b][u][color=f49ac2][center][h2]Cpl. Donovan “The Friendly” Valentine[/h2][/center][/color][/u][/b]
Donovan watched as everyone around him prepared for combat. He wasn't seeing the other corporal acting in any way, deciding to be proactive and take action himself. He asked for another soldiers' binoculars seeing as he didn't have any on him. He began to peer out into the distance, however not spotting anything. He knew they could be covered by the trees, almost completely surrounded in rather dense wooden areas. He scanned thoroughly to even see if there was movements between the trees. It was possible that they could come out at any minute, which was causing the others to grow concerned the longer it took. But for Donovan, waiting for signs of the ogre, troll, whatever it was called was growing very old, very quickly.

He perhaps woke up on the wrong side of the bed, as he could be a little irritable when he didn't get enough sleep. Having nothing occur, gave him some unwanted time to have thoughts start lingering his mind. Like how ludicrous it was that he was demoted on such flimsy evidence, but with further examination of the facts and also talking to his parents about it. It was likely a contrivance, a mere cover up for the real reason. It was likely someone in the higher ups' had a personal issue with Donovan. He had to figure out who that individual was, so he could have a little discussion. Not knowing was eating at him and distracting him from the chatter among the rest of the soldiers on his team. He currently felt a rather aggressive lust for blood which hadn't been quenched in a while. He hadn't even shot at anyone yet and they've been on the battlefield for a while now. His determination to kill something was unwavering, he would shoot anything to relief to how pissed off he was at the moment.

Suddenly, his wishes for blood might have finally come true, as he saw several towering figures running up quickly through the trees. It was indeed the trolls they had been ordered to defend their army from. They looked hideous in appearance, so grotesque he didn't even want to look at them long enough to describe their details and they probably smelled like a sewer from how dirty they looked. Both were carrying large weapons made out of wood. With weapons raised high in the air, their red eyes glaring they began letting out bellowing calls, making thunderous footsteps running up to them all quickly. It certainly would of been a frightening thing, if Donovan felt fear. [color=f49ac2]"Nick, Oswald, Fire the RPG's. Straight ahead."[/color] Donovan ordered in such a way that he was certain the order would get followed. As he watched them aim their RPG's and fired them both simultaneously at the large trolls, causing a large fiery explosion. With a loud boom as their guts and blood raining downward, which was the only thing that remained of the two. Making relatively quick work of their threat, they both cheered happily, to have swiftly defeated the trolls as it seemed that they no longer had to worry. Donovan however was still very upset, only because he still hadn't gotten to kill anything yet. Wondering if the should report back since they're didn't seem to have much else going on. He tried to go over and ask 'Digit' for a second opinion, mostly to pretend that he cared. [color=f49ac2]"Should we return to base now?"[/color] He questioned.