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[color=f7941d]"..."[/color] There was silence from the back of the ATV that was being driven to the battlefield at Lingayen Beach. Why an ATV had been chosen for this task was beyond the child that was its cargo. He had overheard that an earlier suggestion was to drop him out of a plane. He didn't think he'd manage that as well, honestly. But he was nearly to the place he had been chosen to be at, and was almost anxious to get there. Almost. A loud "clunk" sounded as the vehicle stopped suddenly, the large sword the child had next to him thumping into the back of the seat before him. The nameless child had arrived on the battlefield, but what good would he really do?

The teenager took the sword that was much too large for him and braced it against his back, exiting the ATV to find that battle had already begun some distance away, over the water. It must be someone else, someone like him. No, not like him. There was a spark in the synapses of his brain as a thought nearly formed, but it was quickly discarded by his mind as irrelevant and unnecessary. It was just unfortunate that apathy couldn't power his Arms, he decided as he slowly began towards the coastline. He had no mundane weapons training, so he would only be in the way if he went to far now. At least, that's what his handlers told him, so it must be true. 

Nemo surveyed the soldiers who stood closer to the battlefield, and noticed someone else. A girl, not much older than himself, he thought. He wondered again if this meant there was someone like him here, and again threw out the notion. It was important to focus, that's what his handlers said. Focusing means noticing, noticing means thinking, thinking means feeling, and feeling means the ability to fight. He didn't know if he'd be useful when all of the [s]enemies[/s] targets were on the water. He wanted to be useful. If only they'd kill those closer to the water and breach the shore, quickly, then he might be able to be helpful. 

And so and so forth he thought as he sat down and waited for the battle to turn its tide against his [s]allies[/s] designated assistance.