"Honestly, I still think this is a terrible decision."
The channel crackled with chaotic gunfire and Red Falcon's incessant babble.
"Why don't we just bomb this place flat instead of coming down here and fighting these demons ourselves?"
Red Falcon moved through the crumbling ruins, complaining as he searched ahead, firing at each demon appearing in sight.
"Bomb it? This is Florence, after all!"
On his right flank, another crimson figure, Eve, kept close to Red Falcon, her steps agile.
"What's the big deal with Florence! It's a necessary sacrifice, alright!"
Red Falcon rambled on, striding through this grim, decaying world.
Perhaps it was the erosion's effect, or maybe the importance of this battle, the pressure it brought. Even the thick-skinned Red Falcon was finding it hard to adapt, appearing anxious and flustered.
"I mean, the ammo we carry can't flatten this place. Do you think we don't want to do it?"
Eve replied.
