Percyous' POV "Now, we prepare ourselves and organize." I responded to Josiphine's question, "We also need all the weapons we can get. Take their weapons and jetpacks." I said while pointing at the layer of dead enemys lying a few feet away. "After you have finished put the weapons in hat building." I continued as I turned to point at a huge stone building."What should I do?" I heard Josiphine ask quietly. "Josiphine, please get some rest." I asked her. For once she didn't argue. So far everything was working great. We had succesfully organized teams and managed the new armoury's intake and outake. Josiphine was currently teaching what some might call special operations training. I call it agility training, and she was perfect for it. I stoped by intime to see her shimey up a rope to the top while all the others slowly moved up, one proceeded to fall when he got halfway up. As I continued my walk I stopped by to make sure everything was going well, the blacksmiths were working on new swords, the barracks were filled with the snoring of the off-duty soilders, the training hall reeked of sweat, the armoury/bunker was full of the noise of rattling steel and iron, the part of the town for the married soilders and civilians were filled with the laughter of children and adults as they all sat together at one big table and had lunch. There were more places to check and after I did I figured it was time for Josiphine to be done with that group. I wanted to ask her something.....
Josephine's POV As the last member in my training group left, I decided I would stay a while. A few people had somehow gotten a few trees into the training center, and we could practice climbing through them and other things. I was at the top, about two stories high, when I heard a voice down below. "Hey," Percyous said. I snuck through the branches until I was only one story up. "Hi. Training went well today." "Great!" Percyous smiled. "I have something I need to ask you." "What is it?" Then he held out something in his hand, and bent down on one knee. "Will you marry me?" I promptly fell out of the tree from shock.