"How many have we lost?" Dante's voice was like sandpaper scraping against metal. When the medic began reporting the casualties, he raised his hand to stop: "Just tell me how many Angels can still stand."
The medic's beaked mask drooped down: "Counting those Blood Drinking Ghosts that awakened yesterday... Blood Knight Battle Group, currently, 4,721 remain. Of those who can fight..." The red light of the artificial eye suddenly blinked rapidly, "not more than three thousand."
The tent flap was suddenly thrown open, and the bandaged Holy Blood Guard rushed in: "My lord, chapter nine hundred and eleven! The Steel Snake Battle Group is confronting the Alliance officers again! They say..."
