She had changed since our childhood. She was pale, although not as pale as I was, and she had long dark curly hair. She was thin, almost disturbingly so. She wore a light suit of black armour like her soldiers, and was being carried around on a chair by several soldiers. "My troopers!" she shouted out, and they all shouted back in unison. "Tonight we move out to strike at the king of this land! We will go and use our blades of steel to unseat his royal ass and take this land for ourselves!" she shouted. The army cheered and readied themselves to move out, and she was carried off by her soldiers. I shook my head quickly to see if I was dreaming. I had known her in my childhood, and I knew her before I left my home to go and join the military. She was sad to see me go, but I hadn't heard anything from her since that day. And now she was leading the army on a conquest of my new homeland. "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost." Kathleen asked, concerned. "I think I have." I said, before moving off away from the encampment. I headed off towards the bridge at a dead run, and arrived there shortly after. I still couldn't believe it was her. There was no possible way that she could be leading an army. She didn't seem like the type who would lead a mission of conquest. We arrived at the bridge some time later, and Vincent, Quexos and Strycnine showed up with explosives, fuses and axes. "Where'd you find those?" I asked. "There was an old storehouse from the Black Shadow in the area. We looted it and got everything we need to take out this bridge." Vincent answered. I nodded and we set to work. We hacked down a few of the supporting pillars of the bridge, and those we didn't we carved holes large enough to put the explosives into. We loaded them up with the explosives, and strung the fuse wires out over the water so that they wouldn't be extinguished by the river. When all was said and done, I sat on the opposite side of the river as the army, and sat crouched in the darkness. The army approached the bridge, and about fifty of their ranks managed to get halfway across the bridge when Vincent fired his Cerebrus, which ignited the fuses. A white flame shot along the fuse wires and into the explosives housed in the supporting pillars of the bridge, and at first all that emerged from the explosives was a bright flash. Afterwards they exploded brightly into the night sky in a huge orange plume of flame. The soldiers on the bridge at the time were instantly killed, and those who were close to the soldiers were burned to death by the flames, causing the death of about a hundred soldiers with the explosion. I laughed and emerged from my hiding spot. I stood on our side of the ruined bridge and laughed at the soldiers who were struggling to get ride of the fire before more of their soldiers perished. My old friend stepped up behind the flames and glared angrily at me. "How dare you infidels stand in the way of Janet and her might army!" Janet shouted across the river at me. "Oh no. It is you that should fear me!" I shouted back, my voice filled with an angry rasp. "And who are you that we should fear?" she shouted. "I am Marius DeRomas and I will see that every one of you soldiers who crossed that river will fall by my sword!" I shouted. Janet froze at my name. She glared angrily at me, and her army backed up and faded from view. I laughed loud enough for them to hear and rejoined my group before we headed off into the darkness, looking for a place to rest for the day.