May 24, 2011.
Reminiscent
"Next time they're going to have to send a battalion."
She faces an army, a lone girl against line after line of well-trained men and women. She hasn't a hope in Hell, and yet there's no fear in her. She knows that he'd fought in things like this, and won. Not just from stories, because she had been the one leading the battalion, last time.
One tear, reminiscent.
A/N: That would be pretty epic, no?
Sunshine and laughter and dead butterflies~
Sweethearted.