The battle had been fierce.
Chelkars units clashed with War saint infantry on a level long since lost to this world.
The battlefield is eerily calm as chelkar sits in the mud, his weapons coated in blood, roughneck and saint corpses piled high beside him as he hears a familiar voice.
Lusaka croaks, offering him an arm.
'Weve finally swept the field...All enemy forces are dead...At least the ones that lead the assault here.
Your assault was met by the saint primary force, the battle had lasted almost two days, the war saint forces unprepared for the ferocity of your counter push.
"Lucifer and his unit managed to get a hand on a scout...I hear hes interrogating him in the woods."