[h1][center]PFC Colin Nelson[/center][/h1]

Two cracks from his rifle ripped through two imperial soldiers, and a third had just run out as his comrades fell. He dived back into cover, and fell behind a wall with a bullet hole in his chest. Colin was breathing steadily and healthily. He seemed much more competent now in this situation of life or death than he ever had been when talking to his new comrades. He followed Corporal Hunt up the stairs, letting out shots via every window he passed as if it was second nature to him. Through every flash, men fell with bloodied chests, legs, and shoulders. "[b]Status check! Fairglaive, how's things down there?![/b]" "Doing good sir!" he replied before he realized that Hunt was not speaking to him. "O-oh, sorry haha." [@Zarkun]