Smoke rose up around Sergeant Kaladin, the cries of dying men echoing around him. Spells were being cast across the battlefield, swords and spears and shields crossing paths on the line. He was in a haze, men moving all around him. A fireball had been cast near them, causing a huge explosion that knocked him back. Apparently they were going to take no chances with the Alvarez military.
Kaladin was a part of the Fiore military, trained to lead his squadron into battle. He wore the traditional leather armor, wielded a sword, and handled a shield. He led a team of eleven others, all of which had been outfitted like himself. He had been in the fourth Fiore division of the Royal Fiore Army. They had been sent south to Hargeon to push back the Alvarez Empire, and to provide support to the guilds. Half of the army had moved north, while the other half moved south. Select forces have been moved to both the west and the east, which have also been aided by Magic Council Security Forces. Kaladin turned and saw the charred remains of his squad, a deep pain striking through his heart. They had died in battle, and he couldn't help but feel responsible for their deaths. However, another fireball that passed overhead shocked him into moving, he was still in battle after all.
Kaladin glanced down and quickly knelt to pick up a sword. It was a short sword, about three feet in length with a simple design. It was a soldier's weapon, one an infantry man would choose from. With that, he began to move forward. He still remembered his orders: "Let the mages deal with Zeref and the Spriggan 12. We're just here to fight against their infantry." Those words were spoken by the commander of the Fiore army; a man by the name of Ragnos Vista.
He threw himself into the fray, sword moving to slash at an Alvarez soldier. The leather tore, but the weapon didn't seem to connect. Within a moment, he was locked in melee with the enemy soldier, swords clashing. Everything was a blur, but Kaladin eventually came out on top; his sword buried in the gut of his enemy. He pulled the blade out and knelt, picking up the shield of his fallen foe. This felt familiar, normal.
So the battle for Hargeon went on. Both armies had entered into battle, and both armies suffered casualties. Kaladin, who had been located on the right flank, had managed to find a break about midday. His armor was stained with blood and sweat, a few tears here and there. However, he was alive, which was a good thing. Though, his squadron was not. They had all perished in the explosion, and now he was a sergeant without a squadron. Luckily, or perhaps not so luckily, others had lost their squadron, and had all rallied to the sergeant. They rested in silence as the fresh troops have them time.
A captain came to their location and spoke with Kaladin. He was a man who had seen war, a veteran of some conflict. He looked over Kaladin's squad and simply nodded, turning to regard the battlefield. "Your squadron will need to push up on the right flank, supposedly one of their captains is there. Someone will be dispatched to help deal with them, good luck." With that short order, he turned and headed to the east, probably making his way back to the center of their forces.
Kaladin turned to his ragtag band, all of which were ready to fight. They wanted to avenge their fallen friends, and to push the invaders off of their country. They were what remained of the 46th platoon, 17 men and women who managed to survive the onslaught of fireballs and other explosive spells. They had all been swept up into the fight in confusion, but now that they had a moment to breathe, they began looking for a leader. Apparently they found that in Kaladin, he was a sergeant after all. One man walked over, eyes focused on Kaladin, and more specifically, Kaladin's badge.
"Sergeant Kaladin, my name is Rei." The man had onyx black hair and emerald green eyes, dressed in a long green and black coat. Underneath that was leather armor, also in the shade of dark green. This man would be a specialist, one suited to a particular combat, not a regular infantryman like Kaladin. On his back was a spear, the blade an emerald green like his eyes. Why was this man treating him like someone important? He wasn't anyone important, just a sergeant on the field of war.
"Uh, good to meet you Rei." Kaladin awkwardly replied, shifting his footing and stance a bit. Was this man a superior? Was he someone who acted independently? Rei shifted and nodded, turning to face the south, towards the Alvarez army. As far as Kaladin could tell, the battle was going as it always did; with both armies pushed up against each other in an intense melee. Rei sighed a bit, before drawing his emerald spear and turning to Kaladin.
"I am at your command. I would tell you more about myself, but I'm afraid that'll have to wait. The others there are willing to form a squadron, but introductions have to wait." The black haired man nodded and moved a bit. Kaladin swallowed a bit, his eyes following the people who were left. So one of their captains was spotted? They might as well head out, it was their orders right?
"Alright uh, let's move into position. I see a gap in the left flank, let's move there." With that, Kaladin moved to the front of the squad and they moved out. They would need to reinforce their left flank, try to kill the captain, and hopefully survive another day.