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Grimm:  Despite the events of the night before, when morning came, Grimm returned to his duties with an outward facade of calm. This was, perhaps, an unfortunate talent of his. He was perfectly able to look Wilhelm in the eye during chores and training. Nothing about his manner had changed. Wilhelm, for his part, also acted as though he had forgotten everything from the previous night, annoying the squadron by keeping to himself as usual. Hence, the squadron was home to two armed bombs, one visible, one invisible. And the proof that they weren’t duds came with a sudden, major clash with the demi-humans. Grimm’s squadron was thrust into it, along with the rest of the royal army. The fuse of this decisive moment was lit as the sun went down. When the battle began on the plain, the royal army appeared to have the upper hand. They leveraged their numerical superiority to smash the demi-humans’ coalition forces and push back the front. Grimm and the others, assigned to the tip of the spear, were swept up in their allies’ joy at their success and pressed forward, slaying one demi-human after another.
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Tholter:  "I don’t know what the problem was last time," Tholter said giddily, shooting an enemy with his arrow and then drawing another one. "But this is easy!"
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Grimm:  Grimm heard Tholter behind him. He kept his sword and shield up, carried along by the momentum of the attack. Morale was high. The retreating enemy could barely resist them. The royal army had every advantage, yet Grimm couldn’t bring himself to move as he desired.
human
Grimm:  "Damn it… Then why am I even here…?" In a tiny whisper, Grimm cursed the weakness of his own spirit. His only salvation was his friends’ success; he himself had yet to kill a single enemy. He only used his shield, desperately fending off the foe’s attacks. True, this did his forces some good, but it was cold comfort to him.
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Soldiers:  "Wh-what the hell? !" Cries of shock rose up from the ranks. Everyone looked to see what was going on. Someone dashed across the battlefield, cutting off demi-human heads as quick as the wind. It was like an explosion of blood and limbs, echoing with the sounds of steel cleaving flesh and dying cries.
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Boy:  "Ruuuuahhhhh!" The cause of all this was the dark figure of a young boy flying across the field like an arrow.