Title: Mercenary Tales
Author: shadowcat15
Pairings/Characters: Soren
Warnings: Battle descriptions.
Notes: This is going to be a collection of ten drabble-like things based on ten prompts. Each part exists separate from the others unless mentioned otherwise.
04. Battle
The thrill of battle was immortalized in song.
Odes were sung about the beauty of swords that blazed quicker than the eye; the gleam caught on weapons from the sun; the sound of battle cries and feet pounding on the ground. A talented bard could string words together to create a vivid image of battles gone by, helped along by copious amounts of alcohol.
But in the armory tent of the Crimean Liberation Army, Soren felt none of these thrills. He washed blood off of weapons that had taken lives -- taken people from their families as Greil had been taken from Ike. He took stock of the armory and noted down the amount of them that needed replacement. The task was done over and over again after every battle. The battles were fought because if they didn't do it someone else would. Someone raised by a man or woman less tolerant than Greil. At least this way they had control over who was killed.
Control such as that was control not one of the Greil Mercenaries embraced willingly.