War has always been the same, no matter how big or small, huge battles that would become home to mass graves, that would lay to rest not just soldiers, but warriors, men with an obsessive hate to see their opponents lay dead on the floor, heads split open. But This has always been and always will be the case, in War, the battle is not decided by the Victor, or the side who has spilt more blood, but the men who stay strong and hold together through the hardships of battle, knowing that imminent death may be awaiting them, that one footstep can mean the difference between life and death... Here is the story of one such group of men These men had no names, for whatever reason, they claimed they did not need them, that the Gods of the battlefield would reward them with their names, that the more blood they shed, the more important they would be over their fellow warriors, but unlike the brutish nature of all the other men around them, they loved each other like brothers, they were not simply just a hungry pack of wolves, they were family, they stuck together through the good and the bad, not letting anything come between them. This was all changed when a member of the group was struck down in battle, his battalion outnumbered twelve to one, he knew he would surely not win the battle, but he stood and fought, even when his men were slaughtered in the dozen, he stayed to hold back the imminent tide of enemies, he sacrificed himself to buy his comrades some time to escape. The team had felt death before, but this time it was different, its not the fact he was dead in the first place, war was war, blood was spilt, people who die, but it was the feeling of realizing how they had lost such a great friend, a brother, to an enemy so determined to slaughter anything that dare stand in there way, like ruthless killing machines, that the impact of knowing it could happen to anyone they knew... This seemed like a total defeat, but not all was lost... The Killing frenzy had sent the enemy insane, they tore each other apart in madness, they would claim the voices were commanding them to do it, but the truth was, they had lost as well... Like the prophecy fortold, no matter who wins, everybody loses...