[h3]Sergeant Harald, Gallian Militia[/h3]

Only when Harald had time to sit down and take stock did he realise how very [i]dark[/i] it was. Granted, they had started the attack in the early hours and it wasn't getting light any time soon, but still... Perhaps half the reason they took the hamlet was sheer surprise. But that hadn't stopped them taking casualties, he noted grimly. Minor cuts and scrapes, even major injuries like Jatmoore's could be dealt with with enough ragnaid and Kyo would probably be fine if he reached a field hospital within the day. It was a marvel that no-one had died to be honest... In fact, two seriously wounded versus a whole Imp squad and tank..? [i]Hell, that's gotta be a record for a first action.[/i] Harald was slowly talking himself into feeling good about their victory, at least until Carn stomped over to ruin the mood. [b]'Oh, shut the fuck up Carn.',[/b] he growled irritably. [b]'It was straight forward and we won, alright?'[/b] He sparked up another cigarette and waved a vague hand over to the wrecked tank. [b]'We assaulted a fortified position, held by an enemy who outnumbered us, were better trained than us and had a Valkdamned [i]tank[/i] that we didn't even know about. [i]And we won.[/i]'[/b] He pulled himself upright, nodding to Jatmoore and Kyo. [b]'These two? Totally survivable injuries. No casualties on our side. But look over there! Is that a pile of dead Imps I see? Massacred while running away, were they?'[/b] His eyebrows arched sarcastically. [b]'Well, damn! Looks like this was a disaster for the Militia, eh? Two stubbed toes and sprained ankle! Might as well fucking surrender now.'[/b] The Sergeant's tone suddenly turned very harsh. [b]'Man the fuck up, Private. This is war. Today we killed at least ten of them and lost none of ours. That's called a fucking victory and we ain't getting another so clean.'[/b] He glared into Carn's eyes, his patience with the mechanic's shit well and truly gone. [b]'Now once you've calmed down, I've got a job for ya.'[/b]