Oh Rosy Cheeked Lover
How your scales set my heart aflutter

with crimson stained tines
of a tail serpentine

the blood of our enemies makes me sputter

Prompt Chosen: Soldiers on your side of the conflict are pinned down under fire from an unknown marksman with a superior position. The battlefield is his killing field and his ridge is shielded by a wall of rock serving as his cover. Beneath him, however, blinks the telltale signs of a console—rigged to blow the ridge when activated. Whether through activating the explosives or removing the threat by some other means, your soldiers are depending on you to see the field secured for safe passage.

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