Stand on the ground

The sound of determination echoed through the battlefield, as a voice boomed, "One shall stand, one shall fall!" The clash of swords and shields filled the air, the sound of metal meeting metal reverberating off the walls. It was a constant reminder that in this war, only the strongest would survive. The thumping beat of the drums set the pace, urging the soldiers to stand firm on the ground. The music swirled around them, lifting their spirits and driving them forward. Each step they took was filled with purpose, a declaration of their commitment to the cause. Bane's voice cut through the chaos, sharp and commanding. "Let's not stand on ceremony here," he growled, his words dripping with menace. His presence alone was enough to send shivers down the spines of those who dared to oppose him, a warning of the consequences that awaited any who crossed his path. "Stand up or I'll chop your salami off!" The threat hung in the air, a harsh reminder of the consequences of disobedience. The sound of a blade being unsheathed sent a chill down the spine, a sharp contrast to the steady rhythm of the battlefield. Seti's voice crackled over the radio, his message clear and unwavering. "Standing on ya 10," he reported, his words a beacon of hope in the midst of chaos. His calm demeanor was a stark contrast to the urgency of the situation, a reminder to keep a level head even in the face of danger. "Stand on business," the commander declared, his voice filled with authority. His words were a command, a call to action that could not be ignored. The sound of boots hitting the ground echoed behind him, a chorus of determination that fueled their resolve. The Harriers stood on standby, their engines humming with anticipation. The sound of jets taking off filled the air, a symphony of power and strength. The roar of their engines was a testament to the might of the military, a force to be reckoned with. "Cleanseth apart of thy hatred," the voice intoned, a plea for peace in the midst of chaos. The words were a reminder of the toll that war took on the soul, a call for forgiveness and understanding. SSBU Mythra's voice rang out, filled with determination. "Standing on edge," she declared, her words a promise of victory. The sound of her sword slicing through the air was a symphony of power, a testament to her skill and strength. "Stand as one for the Alliance!" The rallying cry echoed through the battlefield, a chorus of voices united in purpose. The sound of boots hitting the ground in unison was a testament to their solidarity, a reminder that together, they were unstoppable. As the battle raged on, the warriors stood on the edge of victory. The sounds of war surrounded them, a cacophony of chaos and determination. The clash of swords, the roar of engines, the cries of the fallen - all merged into a symphony of strife. "Another one I can't stand this!" The voice rang out, filled with frustration and despair. The sound of footsteps retreating echoed in the distance, a reminder of the toll that war took on the soul. Standing on the grassland, looking out at Beijing, the warriors reflected on the battles fought and the sacrifices made. The sounds of the city filled the air, a stark contrast to the quiet of the battlefield. The hum of life carried on, a reminder that even in the midst of war, the world continued to turn. The warriors stood on the ground, their resolve unshakable. The sounds of war faded into the background, replaced by a deafening silence. But the memory of the battle remained, a reminder of the price of victory. You can play and download these sounds here.