[center][h1][b][color=ed1c24]Alyxander Wolfe[/color][/b][/h1][/center]

A quiet pained groan escaped Alyxander’s lips as he lay face first on the pavement, an aching sensation throbbing within his chest as he used his hand to push himself up to look at the scene around him. Many partially dismembered bodies scattered the area ahead of him, all of whom belonged to his squad of recruits who had been called into action and yet none of them survived. A couple of Titan bodies lay with them but nowhere near enough to feel the justification of all those lives lost. No one was alive as far as he could see, no moans or signs of movement… it was eerily quiet. He remembered how poor poorly prepared his squad had been for the battle, mentally anyway, but he guessed there was no real way to steel one's heart and mind against such abominations and the horrors that they bring. They were butchered within minutes and the few that were smart enough to run in fear were all caught and eaten as far as Alyx knew. A single survivor, sustaining severe injuries to his body but not enough to bring him near death.

Managing to finally get himself into a sitting position, his hand instinctively moved to his chest when the pain flared up more violently this time. At least two ribs must have been broken and it seemed they hadn’t punctured any of his vital organs, the doctors always told him that his rate of recovery was far superior to that of a human but thus far hadn’t come to any conclusion as to why that was. Or they had kept it from him, he was still unsure of the truth but he was thankful that he healed so quickly as he was no stranger to accumulating injuries. Now he was on his feet, his balance was off but he managed to start walking and picking up an unbroken sword as he passed it by. His hands were shaking though it wasn’t quite noticeable as one gripped the weapon and the other clutched at his chest. In truth he was still scared though he hid it well outwardly, he could see no evidence of active Titan’s anywhere near him but that brought little comfort to this damaged warrior who sought out his allies though if there were any left… he did not know. As he walked weakly around the bodies of his fallen comrades, he couldn't bring himself to look at their lifeless forms even when he didn’t know any of them particularly well. That didn’t mean he wanted them to die and now each and every one of them had fallen except for him.