The Sand Stained Red (Patterson)

[∬: Erik Schneider]

OOC: Got some IFs near the end so I'm not god modding. Some of the actions will only happen if Punk sees that they should happen. So its all up to you Punk

Obersturmfuhrer Schneider and Schutze Achen charged into the town hall exhausted from their previous sprint and the sun that hung overheard. As Erik called out where to set up, they were too late when they reached their positions to get any real cover or concealment. The three dumb-founded Americans rushed into the ambush but neither of the two Germans could properly cut them down. Erik, so exhausted, Erik's bullets didn't fire in short accurate bursts but instead they sprayed barely hitting anything. Two bullets did however penetrate one of the men's left arm and leg. Achen's bullet didn't even hit any of the three men but each of them sent a bullet his way. The first missed, the second hit, and the third missed as he collapsed. He moaned in agony at the bullet that had cut through his leg.

To the Obersturmfuhrer's amazement, another American rushed down the stairs behind Erik's back. The barrel of the rifle dug into the German's shoulder, who only gritted his teeth and began to think of the possibilities. It would be of no use to turn and be shot in his shoulder, rendering him unable to fire. Jonas was currently being surrounded by the American dogs who wished to see him whimper. Achen grinned deviously, pondering if he should attempt to stab one of the Americans with the bayonet that was fastened to his rifle, but with his leg almost useless, he knew he would die without killing any of the Americans, so he would have to find another time to murder them.The stubborn Schutze finally dropped his K98 rifle and gritted his teeth.

Erik let out a sigh and decided it would be best to just let his MP44 go. As slow as possible, the Oversturmfuhrer placed his MP44 on the floor of the town hall, but it found it so difficult to let his fingers slip off the metal of the Assault Rifle. He was almost ready to ball his hands into fist and engage in a little fist-fight. He was actually a damn skilled fighter. Over years of abuse he had trained himself to block out the pain and keep fighting on. It came extremely in handy during the war.

Franz Klein was almost giggling with laughter as the Americans fired bullet after bullet at their building. Erwin shook his head thinking the man was an idiot and called up to him, "Was sind Sie grosser Idiot so lustig?" Klein stopped laughing for a moment to catch his breathe before he responded, "Jene dummen Amerikaner vergeuden wirklich ihre Munition auf uns, denkend, das sie uns töten können? Von dieser Strecke?!? Das verdient ein gutes Lachen. " Erwin grimaced and almost screamed at the man. But he instead hollered, "Sie idiotic Dummkopf! Nicht können Sie sie verwirklichen versuchen, uns hier in bleiben und in das Versuchen zu erschrecken nicht, Obersturmfuhrer Schneider und Schutze Achen zu helfen? Nicht können Sie dieses Maschinengewehr im Abstand hören? Ja jetzt kann ich amerikanisches Feuer nur hören. "

The now stunned Klein looked as if he wanted his good ole' face to meet his palm. He scowled a bit when he finally realized the other man had been right. Erwin always had to feel so much better then everyone else. But Klein had to hand it to the man, he did have what it takes to take charge. "Hören Sie gut oben! Schneider und Achen benötigen uns und ich werde heraus helfen! Legen Sie Feuer auf jenen verfluchten Amerikanern dort unterdrücken nieder! Ich möchte nicht geverringert erhalten!"

Erwin leaned up against the wall beside the doorway and awaited for the sound of Eichel and Klein's rifle fire before he actually made a dash out in the open. He was indeed as well tired from his previous sprint from retreating and the sun, but he had faith he could make it across. He was very fit as a teenager constantly running in sporting events like cross-country. IF he actually managed to cross the street in one piece, he would raise his rifle to the back of the American who was forcing Erik to drop his MP44. "LASSEN SIE IHREN WAFFE-AMERIKANER FALLEN! LASSEN SIE ES SIE ABSCHAUM FALLEN!" Erwin tried to sound like the most vile, cruel German in the whole damn world. IF he was successful at getting the American to drop his rifle, he would allow the Obersturmfuhrer to pick up his MP44 and pick up and toss the American's rifle into the street. Then they would slowly back away towards the exit, Erwin's rifle trained on the American and Erik's MP44 trained on the door.


Translations:

"Was sind Sie grosser Idiot so lustig? "
- "What is so funny you big idiot? "

"Jene dummen Amerikaner vergeuden wirklich ihre Munition auf uns, denkend, das sie uns töten können? Von dieser Strecke?!? Das verdient ein gutes Lachen. "
- "Those stupid Americans are actually wasting their ammo on us thinking they can kill us? From this range?!? That deserves a good laugh. "

"Sie idiotic Dummkopf! Nicht können Sie sie verwirklichen versuchen, uns hier in bleiben und in das Versuchen zu erschrecken nicht, Obersturmfuhrer Schneider und Schutze Achen zu helfen? Nicht können Sie dieses Maschinengewehr im Abstand hören? Ja jetzt kann ich amerikanisches Feuer nur hören. "
- "You idiotic fool! Can't you realize they're trying to scare us into staying here and not attempting to help Obersturmfuhrer Schneider and Schutze Achen? Can't you hear that gunfire in the distance? Yes, now I only can hear American fire. "

"Hören Sie gut oben! Schneider und Achen benötigen uns und ich werde heraus helfen! Legen Sie Feuer auf jenen verfluchten Amerikanern dort unterdrücken nieder! Ich möchte nicht geverringert erhalten!"
-"Alright listen up! Schneider and Achen need us and I'm going to help out! Lay down suppressing fire on those damn Americans over there! I don't want to get cut down!"

"LASSEN SIE IHREN WAFFE-AMERIKANER FALLEN! LASSEN SIE ES SIE ABSCHAUM FALLEN!"
- "DROP YOUR WEAPON AMERICAN! DROP IT YOU SCUM!"

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Moderation Post:[/b]

Hmm... The last parts are a little strange, because Patterson controls whether his men drop the weapons, not me. So it's hard to mod-mark those 'IF' parts made? All I can Mod-Mark, are the actions you've made, as for the IF parts, Erik's still on one of his knees disarmed by your own will. Whether the NPC behind him complies with dropping his weapon, is McMillan's choice.

So I'm gonna' have to count the IF parts as "Thoughtful Planning", rather than actions. Like I said, it's McMillan's choice if he complies, IF so, then you may make the IF-Parts reality in your next post. Make sense? Because I'm unable to mark something that McMillan hasn't complied too. Sort of jumping the gun a bit.

Lt. Schneider:

• Pvt, Beike & Klein:
  - Shooting a couple of rounds off towards Patterson's position, the bullets zipped across their heads, narrowly missing them due to the small wall of protective cover they had.
  
  
• Pvt, Hertz:
  - Successfully running into the town center, Hertz screaming has intemidated Pvt. Strother, but due to the noise and surprise, Strother must think fast. Strother is now stood between Lt. Schneider and Pvt. Hertz aiming at him, whether he complies or not is McMillan's decision - But Strother is unable to try and 'shoot' both targets if he chose too.
  
  - So Strother may drop his weapon or otherwise.
  

~Danny[/color]

[MAJ Patterson]

OOC: I believe I gave you fair enough warning, I'm sorry you tried to call my bluff.



IC: The four privates in the town hall were actually quite pleased with themselves as the German Officer and his man put their weapons on the ground as instructed, they weren't idiots after all, but Vannoy would soon show that he could be. After seeing the German soldier fall from being shot in the leg Vannoy leveled his rifle off again, shaking a good bit from the pain, he was infuriated that he had been shot, twice on top of that. Private Fair kneeling right next to him whispered over to Vannoy"Don't...don't do it man..." he swallowed hard as a bead of sweat trickled down the side of his face and dripped onto his uniform "...Don't...it isn't worth it...the Saint would have your hide, if not all of our hides...think about it man." He kept as much sincerity in his voice as he could as he tried to talk Vannoy out of spending the rest of his career in Patterson's own little piece of hell he would probably put the man through.

"Holy!!!" Patterson muttered out as some incoming fire zipped over their heads. "Hopefully we kept them from getting to the rest of the guys long enough for them to get set up to defend themselves." He looked over at Rogers as Rogers peered over the small wall and then came back down to the Captain's view. He shook his head slowly. Patterson's eyes widened as he feared they hadn't done enough, but the shouting inside the town hall suggested that they had not been killed yet.

A German soldier came bursting into the town hall and was unfortunately behind Strother. Armstrong looked over and could barely see the other soldier behind Strother. Strother gritted his teeth quickly and tightened his lips, he pushed his rifle into the Officer's back briefly as if to say "Tell him to drop it", but their was no point, they felt that they couldn't let this guy go and if they dropped their weapons there was a good chance they would be executed, he knew he could quite possibly die in this very room, and as soon as they had gotten the upper hand also. He tilted his head a bit as he tried to grasp the idea that he may have to put it all on the line right here to save the rest of his men. He blinked slowly as he took a deep breathe. He looked up at fair and winked, he and fair had known each other for quite a while back in the states and had become good friends, neither of them knew Armstrong much but Vannoy had been around for a little longer than Armstrong.

Fair's eyes widened in fear and he mouthed the words "Go with God." and with that the shot rang out point blank into the back of the German Officer's back. Fair swung around to try and fire on the armed soldier if he got the shot, but there was little any of them could do for him, he was in the line of fire.

Vannoy already being on edge, had been calmed a bit but Strother's shot was all he needed to get the idiotic courage up once more and with that he gripped his rifle and fired another round intended for the wounded private on the ground. Strother didn't even bother to try and chamber another round, he turned to face his enemy swinging, he knew when he saw the man's face he was probably already dead, his brain just hadn't registered it yet. Vannoy on the other hand did chamber another round, the hot smoking brass from his last defiant shot bouncing with a hollow noise on the floor. Armstrong turned with Fair and they both held their rifles in Strother's direction. Vannoy wasted little time in firing off all but one of his rounds left on his clip, his eyes narrowed, his nostrils flared, his heart beating with the intensity of a jack hammer, his teethe were clinched and his trigger finger wanted revenge.

Fair was the only one that had images of a jail cell running through his mind, he knew they all could stand trial for what happened in that room, but he guessed that it was better to be judged by twelve than carried by six, and if he was to take the stand it wasn't going to be for standing there watching it all happen, he lowered his rifle and fired off a round at the kneeling Officer as well (If he had fallen to the ground, that is where he aimed instead.) He slowly walked over to the German Officer and Armstrong followed suit, Fair chambered a round as he spit at the man. Armstrong kept his rifle sighted on where the armed soldier was, Fair followed Armstrong's lead this time.

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Moderation Post:[/b]

Okay, there's a few time allotments in this thread where Erik/Erik's men would be able to intervine; Basically, Strother had a choice to make right? Because he only had a certain amount of time to do one thing, not both, well the same has happened again. I'm just trying to fit in 'reactions' of people so things aren't inconsistant.

CPT. Patterson:

• Pvt. Strother:
  - Firing a round point blank into Erik's back, the rifle vigorously kicked back, jumping out of Strother’s hands in the process, as the close muzzle flash scorched against his hands. Luckily, Erik didn’t sustain burns, as the fabric of his uniform singed to the muzzle flash, protecting his flesh.
  
  - Sadly however, the bullet couldn’t have missed, as it throttled into the back of Erik’s body, puncturing one of his lungs in the process; This is a fatal wound and having a collapsed lung could lead to deathly consequences.
  
  * Within this moment, a small period of time is open to Erwin Hertz to respond, how you respond, is entirely your choice*
  
  
• Pvt. Fair:
  - Shooting at Erik, the bullet cut through his arm (nerves due to the lack of aim?) and ended up hitting Strother in the stomach as it exited the flesh (Erik is on his knee/s remember, so you would’ve aimed low, particularly as you fired into the line of sight of a comrade).
  
  
• Pvt. Vannoy:
  - Unable to aim properly, the first bullet jaggedly hit the wall (Vannoy does have a wound in his left arm remember) and the second bullet thumped into Jonas’s abdomen, causing a splintering pain to engulf the soldier’s body - he needs medical attention or this unit will die in the next few posts. He’s already lost enough blood from a leg wound.
  
  - Pvt. Vannoy has passed unconscious unsuspectingly, presumably due to lack of sugar and blood loss to his two wounds (have to remember the heat is draining, so anyone wounded will suffer twice as much) and without water/food and medical attention in the next couple of posts, this unit will slip into a comatose state and be withdrawn from the 3rd Armour Division due to Medical Reasons.
  

It is highly suggested that Erik retreats from the battle, as he is legitimately in danger of dying, either via’ his current wounds in the next few posts or encountering more enemy fire. If you continue and slip unconscious, you will have no say to whether you retreat or not and depending upon Patterson’s actions, you may either be killed or/and robbed of your weaponry. As for your NPCs, I will mod-mark who’s deserted (run away), lived, died or taken prisoner (gives the enemy bonus units). So everything’s at stake.

NEXT POST, ERIK!
~Danny [/color]

[∬: Erik Schneider]

A devious grin slowly consumed Erik's face as a valiant Schutze, Erwin Hertz to be precise, came dashing through the door way and dug his rifle into the American Private who was holding Erik prisoner. The Obersturmfuhrer grasped his MP44 and was about to get to his feet when the foolish American fired off a bullet. Schneider's eyes widened as a bullet cut through his right lung. Suddenly it was difficult to bleed and blood seemed to be gushing out of his mouth. Out of nowhere another bullet rang out from the other room. This time the bullet cut through his left arm and exited and found its place in the Private behind him. A grin was almost coming back, at least a smirk. They were accidentally killing their own men. Erik was now falling backwards along with the Private behind him, bringing his MP44 with him in his hands pulling down on the trigger a bit spraying a volley of bullets into the other room. The Obersturmfuhrer found his head resting on an American's stomach while he was joking up blood. The world seemed to have faded away, he didn't know what he was doing. Just sending a spray of bullets towards the other Americans hoping to exact revenge.

Schutze Erwin Hertz was utterly shocked when the American Private refused to obey his commands and instead shot the Obersturmfuhrer. Enraged, he wanted to shoot this idiot himself but he had to focus on the other Americans in the other room instead. He focused on his next victim who seemed to be taking a shot at his commanding officer. But it didn't have much of an effect seeing as it his his arm a little and then went into the other American's chest. He was doing the work for him. Erwin aligned his iron sights up with the American's chest and fired off a bullet hoping to wound the American. As soon as he had down this, he grabbed at the collar of the Obersturmfuhrers uniform and desperately dragged him to the door while Erik laid down some crazy suppressing fire, the best he could in his state with his chest wound and arm wound, into the building.

Franz Klein and Henrik Eichel realized what was going on below them and quickly realized they couldn't let the Americans on the roof of the other building get the chance to slaughter the men trying to retreat from the town hall. They both fired two quick, accurate...at least as accurate as they could get, at the roof of the building across from them. Hopefully it would be enough to keep the Americans heads down in order for the Schutze and Obersturmfuhrer to make it to the rubble, if they were both actually still alive. If they made it to the rubble, they could make it to the house safely.

Jonas Achen now lay there almost lifeless on the stairs, so close to succumbing to his wounds. A idiotic American Private had fired a bullet into his abdomen before he had passed out. Jonas was observing everything that was going on. He was suddenly realizing this fight here in town hall could actually turn out with a German victory. Even with Erik and Jonas heavily wounded, they outnumbered the last two Americans in the town hall. As Erwin fired off a bullet towards one the last Americans, Jonas grabbed for his rifle and made sure the bullet shell had left the gun. Hatred lit up in his eyes. Even with all the blood he had lost, he planned to shed someone else's blood. He thought about shooting the American who had just shot him, but decided the still well and alive Americans were the real threat. The best he could he tried to line up a shot and overcome his pain before he sent a bullet towards the American who had not been shot at. Hoping, even if it didn't hit the man it would be some sort of distraction for Erik and Erwin to get out of there. Then, even with his wounds he made an attempt to crawl across the floor and reach the American in order to stab him with his bayonet. Jonas felt he was dying, he just wanted to go out in honor. Even if he just passed out on this journey across the room, it would be quite the distraction.

Everything that was going on around Erwin was absolutely crazy. Now he wasn't sure if anything that was happening actually happened. In his little world he had not dragged his Obersturmfuhrer behind the rubble safely and was calling out for Klein to come drag him inside. In his little world Erik had swapped weapons with the man, seeing as he wouldn't do much good with the MP44 as he was wounded. In his little world he was not sending volley after volley towards the room in the town hall, hoping to either wound or scare the Americans there. He was praying for Jonas to be alive and wounding the Americans himself. But...perhaps his little happy world didn't happen? Maybe one of the Americans had hit him before he could drag Erik out of the room? Maybe one of the Americans on the roof had hit him when he had dragged Erik into the street. If so his little world might have been him hallucinating after being hit. But he was seriously hoping his little happy world had happened.

OOC: The last paragraph is again kind of iffy. I realize that Armstrong could have shot Erwin and wounded him or Patterson or Rogers as well. But seeing as Jonas is attempting to distract Armstrong and Fair should most likely be wounded seeing as Erwin would have the time to line up and shoot him and besides Fair would be freaking out a bit seeing as he just murdered his best friend almost. And then with the whole Patterson/Roger issue. Well Roger is wounded a bit and wouldn't be so accurate at such a range and besides there is some oncoming bullets their way making it a bit more harder to aim and shoot whoever might have made it into the street at such a distance. But I don't want to god-mod and Punk you mod-mark whatever you see fit and I'll go along with it. Even if you think I made a mistake and such a thing...kills...Erik...

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Moderation Post:[/b]

Wow, I honestly didn't think you'd stay in the fight Erik. Very brave. The following actions have been made - and for the record, there are a few inconsistancies here, but nothing that can't be worked with accordingly.

Lt. Schneider:

• You mentioned strother falling down from the bullet that thumped into his stomach; I'll allow this, but I didn't actually say he fell over from the shot. No biggie thou'. He most likely would've stumbled over from the impact.
  
  - Falling backwards and spraying with your MP44; In a last ditch effort to force back any approaching enemies or at least cut them down where they stand, ironically, neither PVT. Fair or PVT. Armstrong incurred any major damage, as the two men would've been able to foresee the incident and take precautions, by either ducking or moving from the main line of sight.
  
  - However, Ironically, PVT. Vannoy, who was laying limp and wounded against the far wall, was caught off guard and due to his lathargic and wounded position against the wall, four bullets caught wind of his direction and immediately impaled themselves throughout his torso; Killing PVT. Vannoy where he rested, slowly. Two bullets ripped through one of his lungs, catching the coronary artery to his heart in the process, whilst the following two bullets impaled into his jugular and chest - breaking against his ribcage.
  
  - PVT Fair has also twisted his ankle in the process of being surprised from the sudden barrage of fire, but thankfully for him, didn't encur any bullet wounds. This unit will move slower for the remainder of this thread.
  

PVT Hertz:

• Shooting a bullet off towards PVT, Fair. The rifle round thumped into the soldier's shoulder, just missing his chest and sent the unit off his feet, with a heavy landing against the floor.
  
  - Just for the record, if PVT. Hertz shot Strother, he would've been dead right now. So Strother has been spared; Thanks to Erik.
  
  
• Dragging Erik out of the building Successfully; Due to it's inhabitants being very shaken up and wounded, the two emerged from the building safely and any retaliation fire from CPT. Patterson or PVT. Rogers has been dulled, due to the fact they're being fired at (covering fire).
  

PVT. Jonas:

• Shooting towards Armstong, the bullet JUST missed his head, as it thumped into one of the windows, shattering glass.
  
  
• Crawling towards the enemy - Jonas has left himself open? As for a distraction, with two wounded men and one dead in the room, Jonas has added to the tension.
  

PVT. Beike & Klein:

• Shooting for covering fire, the two units have successfully nailed CPT. Patterson and PVT. Rogers from firing upon the exiting units from the building. As the bullets popped and cracked overhead, narrowly missing their bodies.
  

*Erik, You are losing blood - Your heart is pounding in your throat and blood is coming up through your mouth, you're finding it hard to breath and your body is weakening. You're now unable to walk without help from comrades and Although you're losing blood and very light headed - You seem strong enough, as to not pass out from the pain. But it's highly required you get medical attention immediately or retreat, as your health may decrease in the forthcoming posts*

NEXT POST, PATTERSON!
~Danny[/color]

[MAJ Patterson]

OOC: I bet the huge pair you have hanging between your legs isn't helping the fact that you can't walk, brave move.



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Fair's eyes widened as he realized what he had done and Strother stumbled backward. They watched as the German Officer was grabbed by the newest occupant of the room and the MP44 raised in their direction "He's crazy!!! Get down!!!" Fair yelled out as he turned quickly to get behind the wall to the other room, Son of a...!!! he thought as he felt a sharp pain run up his leg from his ankle, he felt a jerk in his body as blood sprayed from his shoulder and he slid down the wall to rest on his back side, leaving a small trail of blood down the wall. There was a large amount of fire outside as well. He opened his eyes long enough to notice that Vannoy was covered in his own blood and he saw the other German soldier that had shot at him as well. Armstrong had turned against the wall to notice him too.

Armstrong leveled his rifle off as he caught a glimpse of Vannoy and sucked in his breath taking aim at the German on the floor that refused to give up squeezing off a round toward the man and chambering another round, he stood as the fire died down and moved over to the last German in the room swiftly, standing over him he knelt down putting his knee right in between the man's shoulder blades with great force. "If you live, you are coming with us!" Armstrong said to the man as he put the but of his rifle on the man's dominant forearm that held his rifle, pressing hard. "Fair, get this weapon!" Fair stood slowly moaning the whole way over and grabbed hold of the German's rifle yanking it with what force he could using his arm that didn't have a bullet in it.

"Holy Shit!!! These guys just don't give up do they?!?!" Patterson yelled out to Rogers as bullets and debris flew over their heads. He checked his magazine and replaced it with a new one. As the fire silenced he peered over, seeing a blood trail out of the Town center back to where the Germans were held up. "You guys alright?!?!" he shouted over his shoulder as he slid back down behind cover. as he heard a reply a few seconds later from Strother "It all hit the fan in here, but we wounded their officer pretty badly. Vannoy is..." he paused as he looked toward the others, they just lowered their heads as they shook them from side to side "...well he's dead sir, I, uh, I took a round in the gut, looks like Fair might be hit as well sir!!" Strother yelled back. "Son of a... You guys ok for the time being?!?!" He yelled and Strother yelled back a hefty "Yes sir!!" He was glad to hear that the even was not catastrophic but still upset about Vannoy. "Let's see if we can't flank these guys and wait them out." He yelled down to them as he whispered to Rogers to fire on the rubble and the building, they had seen some movement behind the far side of the rubble and didn't see a blood trail any further from the location. Rogers nodded as he lifted his body up with his arms and rested them on the small wall, firing off toward the roof of the building, letting the other's fire on the debris.

Patterson descended the ladder and exited the southern side of the building moving around the first building they were in and around some rubble to try and keep hidden, into an eastern building and over to a window but remained low as to keep his movement secretive from the enemy. He leaned up against the wall to catch his breath. In the meantime Strother had relayed the message to the others and shuffled his way down the blood trail to the door. Fair came over with the German soldier's rifle (possibly) and knelt beside him but further back so the enemy soldiers on the roof couldn't shoot him, Strother seemed to be far enough to the right to b e out of the way as well. "The blood trail goes around right there. Let's see if we can't spill a little more, of theirs that is. HAHA!" he laughed as he winked and then coughed up a little blood and Fair's head dropped for a second but the sound of Strother chambering a round let him know that he was ok with it, or he was putting the beating on hold until they got back to base. Fair raised his rifle as Strother shot and reloaded and Fair squeezed off a round as well. They tried to put them through small holes in the debris but weren't trying too hard, mainly just trying to keep them back, firing about ten rounds between them and then filling their rifles with fresh ammunition to see if maybe they could get a clear shot on anything that moved.

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Moderation Post:[/b]

Following Actions have been made;

[NPC] PVT. Armstrong:

• Shooting at [NPC] PVT. Achen, the bullet thumped into the wounded male’s back as he was crawling, piercing through his heart quite accurately and killing him almost instantly in the process.
  
  (No POW can be taken, as Jonas Achen is KIA)

[NPC] PVT. Rogers:

• Shooting towards the rubble, the bullets had no, if little effect in hitting the enemy. Other than drawing attention to their presence on the rooftop still being quite alive (wasn’t hurt/dead from the prior shooting upon their position).
  

[NPC] PVT Fair & PVT Strother:

• Firing a whole volly of suppressive fire (10 rounds between them), the bullets have suppressed Lt. Schneider & PVT. Hertz momentarily, as debris cascaded amongst their bodies from the continuous pot shots aimed towards their general direction.
  
  - No bullets injured the enemy however, due to their slanted position behind the rubble.
  
  * Lt. Schneider is losing blood, the thrill and excitement of being in the thick of the battle is causing your heart to pump faster, which is making matters worse. You’re internally bleeding too, which is causing your body to slowly succumb to the shock of being choked on it’s own life source…
  
  You’re yet to pass unconscious from the pain or loss of blood, but you can’t take much more of a beating without Medical attention due to the bullet wound that’d passed through your chest. You’re health is deteriorating fast *

NEXT POST, ERIK!
~Danny[/color]

[∬: Erik Schneider]

OOC: Do I have to edit the map in order to retreat? I'm not really going to inflict any damage, I'm just retreating in style.

Struggling to stay conscious, the young German Obersturmfuhrer grasped Hertz's collar and pulled him in close holding eye contact for a few seconds. He coughed up some more blood and was fighting the urge to pass out and trying to mutter out a few words. Hertz patted Schneider on his soldier and mumbled something about how they were going to go and fight off the Americans, Erik couldn't make out all of it, just the jist. Suddenly he thought back a week ago when he stood before his Sturmbannfuhrer, who spoke of someone who had lead his men to a "victory" by nearly killing them all. He was about to make the same mistake and his eyes grew with fury. He clenched his hands down on the man's collarbone, nearly clawing into his skin. "NEIN! Ich passe nicht mehr meiner Männer auf zu sterben! Erhalten Sie uns die Hölle aus hier heraus! Rückzug! Rückzug! "

Hertz looked a bit distressed with the Obersturmfuhrer digging his nails into his shoulders and was a bit nervous with all the talk of death and retreat. Erik just stared coldly into Hertz eyes and gave him a look to say just do it! Hertz finally closed his eyes and nodded and hollered out to his fellow solders, "Klein! Beike! Zogen zurück! Erhalten Sie die Hölle unten hier und geben Sie Schneider eine verfluchte Hand!" Hertz pulled away from his commanding officers grasp and patted him on the shoulder once more and sprinted out the door to give some cover.

Both Beike and Klein pulled away from the windows and made a desperate dash down the stairs and found their wounded Obersturmfuhrer sprawled out on the floor with blood staining his uniform and his throat and face. The men just stared in utter shock before Klein finally rushed to his officer's aid. He slung Erik's arm over his shoulder and lifted him to his feet. Slowly they made a slow retreat out of the building and under the cover of the rubble, they pulled around the back of the house. Beike followed in style and found the nearly passed out Henrik Eichel resting on a tank obstacle. He lifted to the men to his feet the same way as Klein, and began to retreat as fast as they could.

Hertz relentlessly fired shot after shot towards the men taken cover in the town hall, doing his best to stay covered from the men across town on the roof. Shot after shot was fired at the doorway, and Hertz realized he would gladly give his life for his Obersturmfuhrer, but maybe that wouldn't be the outcome here. As soon as his last bullet left his rifle, he turned on his heels and sprinted for his dear life towards his four comrades.

Translations:

"NEIN! Ich passe nicht mehr meiner Männer auf zu sterben! Erhalten Sie uns die Hölle aus hier heraus! Rückzug! Rückzug! "
- "NO! I will not watch any more of my men die! Get us the hell out of here! Retreat! Retreat!"

"Klein! Eichel! Zogen zurück! Erhalten Sie die Hölle unten hier und geben Sie Schneider eine verfluchte Hand!"
- "Klein! Beike! Were retreating! Get the hell down here and give Schneider a damn hand!"

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Moderation Post:[/b]

Hey guys, great battle, I really did enjoy reading this battle thread and neither of you's posted 'short posts', every post being detailed, long and in-debt, which you will be rewarded for kindly.

As for the actions made, I don't feel any of them would've hit the mark and even if they did, I doubt it highly they would've been killer shots - due to the haste of them made. So let's just say, the shots Successfully gave you enough time and cover to pull out.

The following CP has been issued;

CPT. Patterson: 45CP
~ You have won the battle and used your wit of tactical movements over the vast majority of this battle - spanning from building to building. You have also kept your posts well detailed, long and in debt.

Lt. Schneider: 25CP
~ You lost the battle! But you showed true compassion throughout. Using tactical movements, that would've in one case, nailed your enemy in their tracks (if it wasn't for the sheer exhaustion of running about the map continously before-hand) and used your wit to know when to retreat. You've also kept your posting standards high.

~Danny[/color]