The fires raged around the city. Our armored protectors falling one by one. The Iron Warriors fought with blade and rifle as they defended us and our kings. I could feel the heat from the houses burning and the towers burning down to the ground. The dust blinded me as I tried to clean my eyes out. "Protect the weak!" One of the leaders yelled to his other warriors. His helm emblem en blazed with a fire of anger as he thrust his sword into a another armored warriors chest. He looked to his men in firing lines as they kept trying to hold there foes back. We kept flooding out of the gates to the east. We fled as far as our legs could carry many looking back and crying to see the city of gold and silver burn to the ground as our warriors kept fighting inside.
We kept moving until the warriors around us told us to stop. They began to help the wounded and fed us what ever they could. Many commanders were arguing that they needed to rally there forces and retake the city we lost. But many argued back that man power was low and there was no way we could fight with out the kings leading us. All I could think of was the warriors who died to just protect me. All I did was run with the crowds as they fought to protect us. They died for us. I couldnt believe I didnt stand with them. But how could I? I was a little kid.
I could remember that day as we moved to the breach in our fallen city. My helm flaring with bullet fire and friendly communication barking orders into my ear. I relayed them like a commander should. My blade cut through another warrior who took our home so long ago. I pushed his corpse off my blade as I yelled for my men to form into a firing line as they tried to drive into our line. I ordered the words and they discharged there guns as ordered making many fall to the flurry of rifle fire. Then our blade brethren jumped over there brothers and cut down any who made it through the bloody fire.
I heard my head com flare to life again with the lord generals voice came over. "BROTHERS WE HAVE TAKEN THE CASTLE! DRIVE THE CANCER FROM OUR BROKEN CITY!" He yelled to us. I knew the invasion was right. We won. Now it was time to drive the aggressors out of our fallen city. We pushed them back block by block as our blades and armored where covered in the blood of retribution. We forced them through the broken gates we fled through so long ago. As I caught my breath I could see my brothers catching there breath as well as they sat down on fallen buildings. We head massive chearing over the coms as we knew we won the city we fought for, for so long.
I looked at the castle and saw our proud flag fly over it once again. I could tell the kings would be proud of this day. How ever my break was cut short as two Dragon Warriors came to me. "Commander Bale?" The gold one asks. His armor was gold but mostly black. His head shaped like a dragon of the east. "Yes sir?" I respond. He looked to his silver armored comrade and both nodded. "The lord general requests you to join him in the main throne room." The silver one said.