[i]The Betrayed Soldier had not met this man in life, he had merely received briefings on him. An imposing figure, one which he intended to make a trophy out of. Approaching Fenrir, he flipped his shotgun in hand, which seemed to reload it, and he stood facing his opponent.[/i] "I'd ask why you're defending what was once a monument to the past, but I see it in your eyes. You believe in them. A pity, wasting your life for those unworthy." [i]His voice was without tone, cold, and empty. From his stature, Fenrir could feel a cold and empty void. It was vengeance personified.[/i]