Post by nathansinfantry on Sept 8, 2008 9:24:20 GMT
OOC: I know when I’m beaten. Good match, Strummy, although, PuNK, the mortars only have a transverse of 14o, so technically, nothing should have happened 
”Fuck!”
Jack screamed out as the large wooden beam fell over his leg, pinning it to the ground below the knee. He had been lucky. One end of it had been supported over a pile of rubble, stopping it from falling onto his leg hard enough to shatter the bone. He could feel everything easily, and wiggled his toes experimentally. He saw them toe of his boot flap under them, so he still had motor skills in his leg. ”Colfer, are you alright?” he called out to his team mate. ”Colfer?”
He was dead. Shit. The explosions subsided, and Jack’s hearing returned and he pulled his torso over to the log. He was going to have a hell of a bruise in the morning, but there was no immediate danger. He reached backwards, feeling the dead body of Colfer, and then his rifle. He slipped the wooden barrel over a rock and under the beam. The beam was quite a light one, a low density wood, like the barrel of the gun; however, the rifle was reinforced with metal, which should make the difference.
Jack leaned on to the butt of the gun, lifting the beam of wood slightly, allowing Jack to pull himself over to his right where the beam was slightly higher. He gently let the wood back down, not letting it drop as that might end up damaging him even more. Here, thanks to the rubble, he had about two centimetres between his leg and the wood. It was enough room to squeeze under. He lifter the wood a bit higher and swung his leg around before bringing it under his arse, so he could let the wood down. He climbed to his feet and took a shaky step. It wasn’t that bad really. It was certainly sore, but it was survivable. Now there was the problem of what to do next. The enemy had a superior position, probably more men, and mortars. It was hopeless. There was only one chance of survival: Retreat
There was a sniper in the tower that would have to be dealt with, but nothing said fuck off, big nose like a hail of hot lead, and there would be the matter of those in the church, but he had a grenade. Let the fun begin.
Jack stepped backwards, looking through the hole in the roof, or what was left of it and eyed up the sniper who seemed pre-occupied with his flank. He lined up the iron sights before letting fire with three, three-round bursts aimed at the man’s torso. Before retaliatory shots could be fired, he stepped over to the door, under the cover of the small platform now jutting over his head and pulled the grenade from his pocket, pulling the pin out with his teeth and spinning around the corner. He let the grenade fly, aiming it through one of the first window to the right of the door and let out a spray of fire the second it left his hand to try and convince everyone to get down. ”Grenade!” he yelled as the pineapple shaped object left his hand for the easy throw through the wide window. He span back around, taking one last look at the corpse of Colfer before running as fast as his leg would carry him down the side of the house into the gap between the buildings. ”Tahe, Tane,” he screamed, his lungs at letting out their capacity, ”fall back, fall back!”
He ran down the side of the house, along the dirt path before turning to a halt next to the barely conscious Pvt. Higginson. ”Sergeant?’ asked the man groggily.
”It’s me. Come on, we’re moving.”
Tahe and Tane heard the call and started running, like hell they did. They no longer wished to be in this Russian hole and were sprinting as fast as their legs allowed them. As they reached the top of the last building, Tahe, (the uninjured one) ran across the street, grabbing onto one of the arms of Pvt. Higginson. Together, the two men supported the comrade and began the journey back across the Russian town to their base.
”Fuck!”
Jack screamed out as the large wooden beam fell over his leg, pinning it to the ground below the knee. He had been lucky. One end of it had been supported over a pile of rubble, stopping it from falling onto his leg hard enough to shatter the bone. He could feel everything easily, and wiggled his toes experimentally. He saw them toe of his boot flap under them, so he still had motor skills in his leg. ”Colfer, are you alright?” he called out to his team mate. ”Colfer?”
He was dead. Shit. The explosions subsided, and Jack’s hearing returned and he pulled his torso over to the log. He was going to have a hell of a bruise in the morning, but there was no immediate danger. He reached backwards, feeling the dead body of Colfer, and then his rifle. He slipped the wooden barrel over a rock and under the beam. The beam was quite a light one, a low density wood, like the barrel of the gun; however, the rifle was reinforced with metal, which should make the difference.
Jack leaned on to the butt of the gun, lifting the beam of wood slightly, allowing Jack to pull himself over to his right where the beam was slightly higher. He gently let the wood back down, not letting it drop as that might end up damaging him even more. Here, thanks to the rubble, he had about two centimetres between his leg and the wood. It was enough room to squeeze under. He lifter the wood a bit higher and swung his leg around before bringing it under his arse, so he could let the wood down. He climbed to his feet and took a shaky step. It wasn’t that bad really. It was certainly sore, but it was survivable. Now there was the problem of what to do next. The enemy had a superior position, probably more men, and mortars. It was hopeless. There was only one chance of survival: Retreat
There was a sniper in the tower that would have to be dealt with, but nothing said fuck off, big nose like a hail of hot lead, and there would be the matter of those in the church, but he had a grenade. Let the fun begin.
Jack stepped backwards, looking through the hole in the roof, or what was left of it and eyed up the sniper who seemed pre-occupied with his flank. He lined up the iron sights before letting fire with three, three-round bursts aimed at the man’s torso. Before retaliatory shots could be fired, he stepped over to the door, under the cover of the small platform now jutting over his head and pulled the grenade from his pocket, pulling the pin out with his teeth and spinning around the corner. He let the grenade fly, aiming it through one of the first window to the right of the door and let out a spray of fire the second it left his hand to try and convince everyone to get down. ”Grenade!” he yelled as the pineapple shaped object left his hand for the easy throw through the wide window. He span back around, taking one last look at the corpse of Colfer before running as fast as his leg would carry him down the side of the house into the gap between the buildings. ”Tahe, Tane,” he screamed, his lungs at letting out their capacity, ”fall back, fall back!”
He ran down the side of the house, along the dirt path before turning to a halt next to the barely conscious Pvt. Higginson. ”Sergeant?’ asked the man groggily.
”It’s me. Come on, we’re moving.”
Tahe and Tane heard the call and started running, like hell they did. They no longer wished to be in this Russian hole and were sprinting as fast as their legs allowed them. As they reached the top of the last building, Tahe, (the uninjured one) ran across the street, grabbing onto one of the arms of Pvt. Higginson. Together, the two men supported the comrade and began the journey back across the Russian town to their base.
Had to be said, hehe!