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Ah the feeling of battle where the morter explodes to half of your shells, you see the blast before it happens, yell, you and others run, dance around flares, you dare to hope 'no ones hurt' then a flare hits your back, it explodes. You see the flames, you see the smoke on your back, but you can't feel the embers dispite the heat. As you fall, you look to see your war brothers are on fire as well, the girls are screaming for the burning bodies they see, we roll, we run, we dance, we dodge more incoming explosins. When its all over, you look up from the dirt, back in flaming agony, shell shocked, you get up, believing the dangers gone... BOOM!!! Another explosin, you fall to the ground, thinking yourself shoot, your battle brothers slowly get up, and theres silence. Slowly we start to laugh, we laugh like crazed men, blood rushing we jump up and yell, we scream, we roar our battle cry: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We are warriors and we WAAAGH! And we're here to kill.