The slaughter of the Cavaliers had brought Kalisa to a state that she was familiar with once before. The sight of men and women being mercilessly gunned down, their cries of pain and anguish echoing through the battlefield. All of the blood that was pooling and splashing painted the landscape a disturbing red. It looked all too familiar to her. New members of the squad had made small talk with her before and after, but none of it stuck with the Darcsen. The failure of the cavalry charge had left her with dull eyes, as she routinely and blindly followed the rest of the group with her gripping her rifle close to her rather tightly as it gave her what little comfort it could.

She was only brought back to the land of the living when the sounds of a radically different vehicle had gotten everybody panicking. The girl took a moment to reorient herself after she had effectively conked out for some time. It seems that they were now in the streets of Amone, and something dangerous was hunting them down. Jean had ordered everybody to get inside the building, an order she complied with in the confusion and panic. The roar of gunfire almost making her miss the order had it not been for her physical distance to the Lance Corporal. She was one of the last to enter after having provided some covering fire to keep some Imperials out of their hair.

Once inside, she quickly ran into one of the open rooms after Jean finished relaying orders. One of theirs was wounded, and so they now had to try and delay other Imperials from getting to him. The room she found herself in looked to be a master bedroom given the size and space of it. There was a king-sized bed near the middle of the room, but it clearly has seen better days. The bedsheets were dusty and splitting, while the frame was cracking under its age.

Kalisa had noticed that there was also a window on the far wall of the room, where she saw a few Imperials attempting to get in. She quickly ducked under bed frame and moved the bedsheets to hide herself. A second later, the window was shattered and the Imperials made their way in.

[color=EEE8AA][b]"Flush them out, Sturmtruppen! You were lucky to avoid the Gunners outside, now let's use the string of luck to rid this complex of the Federation scum hiding amongst the shadows!"[/b][/color]

The girl tried to make as little noise as possible, which proved to be very difficult as the dust she kicked up by moving under quickly was assaulting her face. The Darcsen had covered her face with her free hand to suppress the urge to sneeze, act that would surely end her life if she failed to stop it. If it was only one person she could probably hold them off, but three? That would be a death wish.

It seems that they were in a hurry as one of the Imperials had called that the room was clear after but a few moments of entering. The girl could hear their footsteps slowly making their way out, before a kick broke down the door that led in. Kalisa took a moment to let them get further away before leaving her safe spot, gasping for air as she got out.

Not too long after, an explosion from a few rooms over had rocked the building. The Imperials probably used a bomb to gain access to one of the rooms being occupied by one of her squadmates. She quickly got up and ran as fast as she could outside. Turning the corner, she spotted one of the Imperials with his back to her as he was making his way to the room that was blasted with a bomb.

This was supposed to be an easy shot, as the girl lifted her rifle and aimed at the target. All that's left is to pull the trigger.

[i]Clank[/i]

Her rifle had jammed. And the distinct noise made the Imperial quickly turn towards the source and aim his own rifle at her. Quickly realizing that her rifle wasn't shooting after a second pull, she instead rushed forward and adjusted her grip on her weapon. Kalisa was only a few steps away from the Imperial, and so she used the butt of her rifle to push his own aim upwards away from her.

She had succeeded in deflecting his aim away, if only barely as he had managed to pull the trigger and the bullet whizzing past her ear. Running on pure adrenaline at this point, Kalisa then proceeded to hit the Imperial with the butt of her rifle in his unguarded chin. This was enough to drop him to the ground and knock him out. The Darcsen quickly pulls out the bayonet of her rifle from her pocket, and quickly drove it into the helpless heart of the unconscious Imperial. Sweat poured down on her face as the past few seconds had sunk into her. Everything happened so fast and yet she was able to mercilessly drive a knife into a person's heart. Granted that this person was trying to kill her, but it was a merciless kill nonetheless.

Kalisa would now slowly get up and make her way over to the room that the Imperial was headed towards. Taking a peek inside, she would see two more bloody dead bodies of Imperials on one side of the room. One of the bodies had its neck nearly destroyed with a shard of glass impaled into it, which made her unconsciously grab her own neck in response.

Looking past the bodies, she would see Jean tucking himself away in the corner of the room. She had quickly pieced that he was most likely the cause of the deaths of these two and made her way over to him. As she got closer, she noticed that he was crying. [color=6A47FE]"Jean?"[/color] Kalisa knelt down in front of him and dropped her rifle, taking note of his state as best as she could. His hands were bleeding and he was shaking. Her hands were awkwardly trying to reach out to him but she was hesitating. Her mouth was also opening and closing, trying to find the right words to way but nothing came out.

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