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[sub][color=Silver][i]The Siege of Amone, September 9th - [b]Amone's City Walls[/b][/i][/color][/sub]
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[color=Silver]	Jean continued to wander with his body facing Reyna. Even now, in the desolate fields of rubble and broken housing, she still somehow looked remarkable, as if a beacon of hope. Perhaps there was a future where he could sit down and meet her without the constant threat of imperial gunfire keeping them on edge. Though it was one of the few things he couldn't complain about: if he hadn't of been involved in this war, he would have never met Reyna nor any of the amazing, and not-so-amazing, individuals who'd surrounded him the past few weeks as comrades and friends. Jean was ultimately thankful for that. These were people who were mostly in similar situations or of wildly different origins, yet they were all conjoined together by circumstance under the pompous reign of tyranny and warfare. Jean, as an individual, was fearful for his life, but collectively they were all strong together it seemed. Despite this, the realist within his mind reminded him that they'd only lived through one harsh battle. Amone was going to be another story that would forever change their perspective on the conflict.

	When the winds picked up once more, followed by the increasing downpour pitter-pattering across his rimmed helmet, Jean loked towards Reyna for warmth once more, before nodding to himself and opening his mouth once more. Even if she had something to say back, perhaps in embarrassment or perhaps humour towards his somewhat flirty manner, at least he could try to get the last laugh out of the situation. With a quick smirk, only just resisting the urge to wink at her, he teased her once more.[/color]

[color=Aqua][b]"At least you seem to be happier. Can't say you look better when you don't smile the same smile you did when you first approached me, c-can I?"[/b][/color] [color=Silver]Jean hesitated on the final statement. Had he really been that obvious? Oh god. What was she going to think? Jean had a mini panic on the inside as he thought of all the potential cases that could come by if she took it poorly, and he turned his head with worry. Within the instant, he laughed to himself, or rather at himself, as he hopelessly felt his own face fluster and blemish from embarrassment. Quicker than before, he decided to change the conversation.[/color] [color=Aqua][b]"I'll...Well, it's a shame, really...Everything around us seems to be destroyed thus far. I can barely recognise this city based on the pictures you'd always see on the little postcards."[/b][/color]

[color=Silver]	Amone was one of those cities that was an attraction hub for nearly every walk of life. Assen used it as its pride accomplishment for the entertainment and tourism potential it held. Jean had heard of the religious symbolism and importance surrounding it, mainly for the Cruxian faith, which was orchestrated within the Cathedral of Light at the northern heart of the urbanised jungle. There was a strong part of Jean that whimpered at the thought of what the rest of the city looked like. From an outside, it was difficult to comprehend or imagine, especially as the biggest obstacle was now being approached. Before them stood the grand walls of Amone.

	In the days of knighthood and the first era of gunpowder, Amone was a place of virtuous importance. Whoever controlled Amone controlled the morality of the Cruxian followers. When those who used to fight mainly over religious beliefs rather than political agendas took the centre stage, the Cruxian and Yggdist conflicts were keen on controlling cities of such vast religious importance. Stories of sieges and other vast castle wars were known to engulf small pockets of continental Europa. Those who went on vicious crusades were listed as heroes and the ideas of glory in warfare was born, something that carried on to that very day of 1914EC. The walls were designed to be fascinating barricades that kept out all Yggdist and bandit invaders threatening the holy city hub of the Cruxian faith. Whilst it must've been painful for Michael to see this glorious city in a wreckage from the outside, the walls still stood high and strong. However, directly in front of them, the largest of gaping holes could be seen breached into the settlement. Jean saw major irony that the warfare those spoke of in the past was now a mass slaughter at the pull of a trigger. Nowadays it was kill or be killed on a mass selection of victims. Jean was one of the millions of Europans caught in this desperate fight. It saddened him to think he was nothing more than a number.

	The large group started to get closer to the breach in the wall. Several platoons had already gotten inside and dispersed into several directions whereas Squad 1 were still making their unmerry way over. There was still a looming desperation of sorrow surrounding the group, who'd now passed the undefended outskirts that the Cavalry had suffered from. For a small while, no one said anything. Jean continued to walk alone, though surrounded by his squad mates and...particular interests. Until then, he was suddenly snapped out of his position when another voice came out. With a quick jab, one that almost made him feel like it was going to be a punch, a newly intriguing Darcsen girl was now upon them.

	Jean froze for a moment. Unlike Reyna, where he was awestruck by her beauty at the first minute, Jean was more concerned about the state of this similarly aged woman. She looked as if she'd been through hell and back, however her age said all the more different about how she truly had been. Clearly a newer replacement, as she'd not been present during the first formation of the Atlantic Rifles regiment, she had a strange aggression to her stance and approach. Jean cautiously stopped, looking towards her with some slight confusion. She introduced herself by her surname, of course: Levesque. What's more, she was clearly amongst the sea of faces that were not yet introduced to the more senior team. Jean nodded gently and composed himself after the prod, smiling hesitantly towards her.[/color]

[color=Aqua][b]"Oh...Uhm...Hello, there. I imagine you're one of the newer replacements, as the officers have been begrudgingly calling you guys. Y-Yeah, I'm Corporal Robin-Charpentier. Don't want to create a bad environment, so obviously you're already a welcomed member. I like to think that everyone in this Squad can get along well and truly. After all, what is a battle without camaraderie? Though I couldn't exactly say you volunteered at a...good time."[/b][/color] [color=Silver]Jean's head tilted up towards the walls they were now standing at the base of. Concrete and standing roughly twenty three metres in the air, they stared back down at the puny soldiers wandering within its walls. Once they crossed this wall, it was likely that it would be a very long time before any of them saw the outside world once more. Hell, Jean even knew that in such a cold and cruel fashion as the world abode by, many of the men, women and children entering Amone would never return and would soon find this holy relic to be their burial grounds. To put his mind off of this, Jean clearly just thought of Reyna for a moment.[/color]

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