Entry 11: Rondo of Blood.


We're fighting a rather losing battle as the next few months waned by. It seems like these Dungeon Fighters are more pesky than I thought. In fact, our unit's the only Anti-Dungeon Fighter one the Kartel has on hand for most missions. Our commander just doesn't seem to try and put some efforts into teaching our army some counter tactics. A common idea we usually utilize in this group is high priority targeting. Any crusader on the battlefield has to be shot in the head pronto. It weakens the rest of the group enough for us to take out with conventional firepower tactics. Slayers are easy to coax when they're Berserkers or Soul Benders but it's hard to beat a good Asura or Weapon master on the field. Fighters are just hard all around, with every type giving us a bit of a chink. The Gunner class is basically us only focused on one specific thing so that's easy to take care of. The Mage class usually intimidates people and gives them a one up in terms of killing us. Good thing we've killed children before so it doesn't matter to our unit. Their field covering attacks are a problem though. We've had reports of soldiers being burned, frozen, shocked, and what have you. It's a pain in the ass to fight a group of Dungeon Fighters but we manage. I think Bill's up to about thirty dungeon fighters killed, Stan's got a good forty under his belt, and Will has a solid 29. Me? I've got at least 35 downed in my last seasons of combat. We've just lost North Gate earlier too despite valiant efforts in trying to keep it. Today really just sucked though. Poor Will had to make the choice we all hate making. Before that, he was writing letters back and forth to his girlfriend on the opposite end of the battlefield. I really wished they got a happy ending but it didn't happen at all. It was an ordinary day on the battlefield, us trying to kill them, them trying to kill us. Dungeon Fighters didn't even matter as we killed quite a few anyways. The worst part was when we started getting annihilated by a Corsair who looked really, really familiar. Then I remembered it was Will's girlfriend and we braced for the worst of it. We were the enemy, she was our enemy. It was suppose to be as simple as that. Will rushed with his trusty knife and met her bladed kick head on, blocking it before both bounced back. They both had tears in their eyes as they met each other's gazes. Amidst the explosions and fire, they fought ferociously. Will had a few nicks on his chest and face while he managed to slash his girlfriend's belly and arm. It was a personal fight so me and the others didn't even want to butt in and end it. To us, it was his obligation to do it because it was his fight. Both bled profusely as they panted.

"Why? Why did it have to end like this?" Will yelled at her with tears coming down his face.

"I…I don't know why! You were such a good guy, sweeter than most of the men in this army! What are we fighting for?" She yelled back at him with as much anguish as she could muster.

The lovers charged at each other again, both now engaging in a fist fight of sorts amidst the blood and flames. It was almost like a entrancing dance as they moved around while embers flew. You can see the reluctance they had with trying to kill each other. In the end, they both got out a blade and she charged at William.

"William!" She yelled.

"Damn it, Naomi!" He yelled back.

They simultaneously stabbed each other in the chest. She fell first while he still stood. Both obviously saddened by the outcome.

"I'm leaving now. You won this fight, Will." She said, tenderly stroking his face with her bloodstained hand.

"We could've started a family, gotten away from this war, and lived happily…so why are you going away now?" He screamed, clutching her hand as tightly as he could in an effort to keep her life in this world.

We could only watch the lovers' quarrel reach it's miserable end. Stan wanted to cry. Bill had some sand in his eyes. I just…felt terrible about being in the war after this.

"Don't worry dear, We'll have a better life in the next world. I'll be waiting for you and we'll have fun like at Christmas…won't we?" She said, with more tears flowing down her face as life was fleeting.

"No, don't die now! We'll get a medic, I'll beat up the men who try to abuse you, and I'll make a plan to elope! Just don't leave me!" He begged.

"You try so hard to please someone, you know? All of those gifts, the date, and all of those letters. That's what I like about you though, you're a dedicated man. So…do me a favor and just try to live your life to the fullest after the war's over. This is probably the best gift you'll ever have from me so please…take it with love." She asked in reply to his begs.

Then she gave him a pendant, smiled, and died. Rain suddenly poured down after this too. I walk up to Will and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"..I..I didn't mean to stab her. It was...just instinct..." William choked out the words.

"I'm sorry that this happened to you son." He was silent on the trip back after we patched him up but the tears flowing down his face as he stared at the pendant was more than enough to convey his sadness. He played a song on his music device while staring at it.

*Insert Tale of Phantasia Ost: Be absentminded here*

It was fitting but sad. I'd wish Ghent would stop campaigning blasphemy about how glorious it is to fight against us. It isn't pretty, we're human as well, and it tears apart relationships that have nothing to do with said war. Now the damn kid's going to go through the years with PTSD if he lives. Sigh, some days I think the fighting is pointless but my hand's just on the trigger anyways. I wonder if anyone else in the other army has the same train of thought as me? Well then again, they're Dungeon Fighter reliant people now. I used to have a grain of respect when they won battles on their own. Now it's just completely gone as we keep hearing how Dungeon Fighters wiped out whole armies and companies with magic and bizarre powers. Maybe if Zeldine actually tried to train her soldiers? Who knows really, woman's probably a feminazi who only trains the female corps. That or she's a pathetic excuse for a commander. Oh well, guess the war's almost over no matter how you look at it. The question is how much longer do we have to fight?


Author note: Wish I could link videos onto this site...goddamit. Also was thinking of Castlevania when I came up with this title.