Victory was close at hand, so close it was almost tangible in the humid air. The tension between the opponents had been rising ever since the beginning of the battle and now as the climax drew nearer, an ominous feeling crept stealthily upon the two battling sides. A steel blue gaze observed the field and the warriors in battle. The fight had been a challenge to play out, but now fortune seemed to turn in their favor. The general of the men in white pondered the next possible assault on the enemy lines. A breeze brushed a few sandy brown strands of hair lazily across her wistful expression. Suddenly, a voice rang out through the air, breaking the concentration of the blonde-haired, steel-eyed entity.
"Carolyn!" the voice called, drawing the agitated female out of a prolonged contemplation involving the demise of her opponent. She turned her head quickly to face the source of the sound; there was no mistaking it for anyone other than Thomas Revell, her long time friend. He was tall and