[i]Around him on the streets, the sickening piles of civilian corpses surrounded him, laying in the places they had fallen as the soldier shot them down. Men, women, children, their lives extinguished, never to see the light of day again. Blood ran in the gutters, the air was acrid with the smell of charred flesh and smoke. The buildings that the fight had occurred atop were well-destroyed, looking as if they had faced the full brunt of the blast, and yet, amidst the rubble of the middle one, the charred remains of the soldier and his exosuit remained, destroyed beyond repair, systems completely scrapped. It appeared that the explosion happened from the inside of the armor, as the chest was blown outwards, ripped apart. However, in the rubble, it appeared that the single shoulder pauldron on the right side remained in one piece, although scraped, scratched, and dented. [/i]