[h3][color=D7AAFF][u][b]Neno                  [/b][/u][/color][/h3]
As their conflict ended, Neno finally righted himself. For the entire ordeal he had been on his back taking shelter from the occasional blast and blood-curdling scream. The captain spoke to all of them. Something about burning any identification, searching the enemy for anything that's essential, and gathering the rest.

Truthfully, he couldn't hear anything that the commander actually said over the distance between them, the ringing in his ears, and the beating of his own heart.

He decided to investigate the one he killed. Even looking at him, Neno was uncomfortable. The long thin wound stretching across his neck, only to stop at the disjointed nape. Only giving a cursory glance, Neno memorized as much about the man as he could. His facial appearance, the snake tattoo, everything that didn't require Neno to touch the man. Thankfully, he didn't look like he was an Arcadian, which was good enough for Neno. He quickly left the corpse to rot, heading back to the main group.

The others had already said their findings. Neno had nothing new to add to the group. Of course, he could have said something, but anything he could have said would have been rather redundant.