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His eyes were split between the sight of the two gunners and the sights of the Imperials on the hill, as he silently watched both. Just a little faster, please? He voicelessly whispered his thoughts. If these Imperials caught wind of what was happening below them, they'd never let this happen. On the while, he heard comments and talks about him and his short and child-like stature, the worst offender being the girl he just pulled into the church, who later introduced herself as Diana - Diana Elana Vastergoth. As annoying as it sounded, this was no time for correction. Explaining it to them that he was actually not a kid wouldn't do anything if all of them were dead on the ground a few minutes later. He'd rather let them be for now, let them indulge the plan and hopefully would stick to them.

The moment his superior broke into a run, the gunners immediately lit up the hill with their hail mary of rounds. Now's the chance. As much as Michael liked to stay behind the thick cobblestone wall of the old church, he knew too well that if he did not die by the enemy's bullet right here right now, he'd die by his ally's bullet later on in the battle. And his death would not only be it. He did not underestimate the power of rumors. He feared both, but better to die being a loyal soldier rather than a coward, so that his family would not suffer after his departure. 

He watched as his comrades began to charge up the hill, following the straight line of gunshots from the two gunners. He followed suit shortly thereafter, as his rather short silhouette moved with the swiftness that was rarely seen and expected for a man of that size. The two joints of his leg bones shifted smoothly as he glided here and there along the way up the hill, praying a bullet would not make it into his head, and that those who were ahead of him could distract them just enough for him to make it up the hill alive. 

And indeed he made it. The sight of that mound of dirt brought a heavy exhale of relief. But it was short-lived, and he knew it. The moment he stopped to be attacked by machine gun bullets was the moment he would be assaulted by the infantry inside. Michael was not at all confident in his ability as a close-ranged fighter, despite being told of having an unusual amount of strength in him. But at least he could be using his weapons right now instead of sitting ducks down there.

With a short leap, Michael had stepped his foot onto the enemy's trenches for the very first time. And just as the call of the devil, the soldier next to him turned around, his eyes widened in surprise. Surprise quickly turned into anger. As it was evident, he was an Imperial. Both of whom swung their weapons around, but the Imperials judged the situation differently than his enemy. Knowing how close they were, the Imperial instead surged forward, instead of trying to shoot his rifle, he tried to ram the weapon onto him instead, the sharp bayonet like a scythe of death from the reaper himself. 

Michael's luck all of a sudden dropped to his low. His prayer did not reach in this very particular moment, as his hand shook the moment he pulled the trigger on his rifle. The bullet went right pass the guy's chest harmlessly, thus allowing him to attack undeterred. A shout came out from his lips as he was certain of a quick kill. Time all of a sudden seemed to stop...

[I][color=gray]"Honey. If you ever feel like you're in a black hole in this universe, remember that I and Papa will always be waiting for you back at home, will always take you in even if the entire world turns your back against you."[/color][/I]

[I][color=gray]"I know I am being hard on you, but you have to remember, I am doing this all for your own sake. I cannot afford to have anymore child than you. So you are the only culmination of our hopes and dreams. Remember that, so you can live a life worth living."[/color][/I]

[I][color=gray]"Be safe. Write to me every chance you can get. I love you..."[/color][/I]

No...

His eyes looked up

No. 

His grip tightened.

NO!

The moment that soldier noticed the fire burning, he was already at his mercy. A powerful side swing of his own Longfield Rifle redirected his bayonet to the wall of dirt nearby. And his legs had plunged him too deep. Now he was right in front of Michael, and the sapper's bayonet was in active position. And who in the right mind would give this man any mercy at all, when he gave him none.

An earth-shattering frontal kick sent the Imperial stumbling a few steps back into the trenches. A merciless frontal force brought a piece of metal straight into the man's heart. Within seconds, the life in the young soldier's eyes were drained out of his soul, just as the metal bayonet continued to impale deeper into his veins. Michael proceeded to twist his rifle, making sure the man finally left this earth before he pulled it back. 

It was his official first kill. 

He honestly wanted to choke. But now that the blood had already stained his bayonet, he knew nothing better than to swallow it, even if he didn't want to.

He turned around to see a group of few Imperial soldiers running in the opposite direction of him. And unobscured by the rain, he could see some of his squadmates from the church ruin. Hopefully they were seeing what he was seeing.