[h3]Alex Glaive, Gallian Milita[/h3] 
'This feels good'

Alex could not help but think this as she felt the cool mud brush across her skin as she crawled along with everyone else, this was what she was built for; ambush and rush tactics. Her eyes were focused and sharp all the way to the house, however the moment that she light shone out of the window a small amount of panic shot through her body, and it seemed like forever until finally the light vanished from view. Still the panic had set in, her grip tightening on her rifle as all she could think of was 'what the hell am I doing?'

She had abandoned her country for this, to make sure that crimes of war wouldn't happen and yet not for a moment in her childish mind did she think that she could have to kill her own people...

'Fight or die dear daughter, no matter the foe your life is always more important.'

Far from completely ok, she was confident that she could at least fight back, so she relaxed and gave out a tiny cute sigh. Peering around she checked to see that no one noticed before moving up next to Harald, readying herself to stand up and start the attack when the launchers kicked everyone off with a epic boom.