France, September 21st 1803
2:45 PM
Herman, along with the rest of his team, was walking to the battlefield. It was their turn to battle, so they could let their comrades rest.
Meanwhile, Lukas walked alongside Luther, having a laid-back conversation. The fact that they were going to a battle didn't seem to affect them at all.
Soon, Lukas chuckled during his conversation with Luther, however, the big guy soon elbowed his arm softly.
Lukas looked up at Luther. "Hm?" he asked.
Luther pointed to a spot. "Look, Lukas," he said.
Lukas looked towards the spot where Luther was pointing at, and noticed Johan, who didn't look very confident.
Johan didn't stop staring at the ground, and seemed to try to control his breathing, however, it didn't seem to be working very well.
Lukas immediately nodded his head. "Yeah, he doesn't seem to be handling the fact that he's going to fight in the frontlines very well," he said.