Carnage stood tall in his recently captured fort, quickly back from his recovery, even quicker than normal due to his nanotechnology. He and his men stood firm in the tower, awaiting the order to press the offensive on New York. He looked out onto the horizon in a somber posture, knowing who awaited him, it was the one he failed to save. Alexander, now Captain Redblood. He would have to kill that who was once an ally, and that tore at his very core. Knowing that he could have been saved, seeing the recordings of the original fight with Gnarl. Every thought was of who Alexander may have become since his change. "Why does it always come down to this...DAMN IT!" Carnage slammed his arm cannon fist on the wall, sending shards of stone everywhere. It was clear, rage made him want to stay and let others handle this, but they all knew he was the only living human who could. The elves have all but died, and the Undead were just to mighty for any basic human to handle. The passing days would enlighten to both races, who is the better soldier. Though now he faced his men and looked at them, they all looked to him. They revered him. "Everyone..In the coming days we will march on New York, held by Captain Redblood, or as I knew him, Alexander. He knows our tactics and WILL BE READY. I'm requesting for artillery and additional air support for the assault, we also will have one other human battalion with us. Alexander is a fortress all his own. Call the Sword of Dawn down when he raises his shield. If we break that, I can defeat him. Though know this: If you run, I'll shoot you myself. We can win this! WE WILL WIN THIS! THIS LAND, THIS WAR, IS OURS!!" He raised his cannon arm and shouted, his men cheered in unison with his war cry. "One day...My bloodlust will be frowned upon once again. I will kill you Alexander...I have to." He said under the loud cheers of his soldiers. Death awaited one of them, and he was damn certain it wouldn't be him.