Grudge Match (Wolfram only)

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:[/b]

Would've modded this sooner, but I was making the Update...

CPT. Wolfram:

• Throwing an onslaught of prickly and sharp jagged pieces of tiles towards McMillan, Rafael cut his own hand in the process (a little) and McMillan suffered small scratches across his face. Thankfully, none of the small debris pieces blinded him.
  
  
• Throwing a punch at McMillan, Rafael's knuckles/Fist caused McMillan's head to whip-lash to the side, landing it square on the jaw. Apart from the significant pain you'd feel from a punch, no other damage has occured.
  

~ This thread is moving well, but you've both been dealt a real deal of significant damage. Rmember your wounds already, as I get the feeling at somepoints, you guys forget the damage you've taken already. You can consider this as a warning, but by now, you're both very fatigued and things are becoming pain-staking to fight much longer -- I would advise a retreat real soon, as actions made from now on, could cause either one of you to be Knocked out.

As it stands, McMillan has suffered the most pain ( Elbowed // Blooded Nose, Lip // Strangled // Kicked and So forth...)

Wolfram has also suffered a significant deal of damage too (Thumped with his own SMG // Knocked with the Hilt of a Pistol // Heavy landing on his back and ETC...)

So this is real tough to mark guys, I'm warning you both, things may become tender in the following posts if you don't decide to pull out.

NEXT POST, MCMILLAN!
~Danny[/color]

NEXT POST, MCMILLAN!

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

OOC: Aww, I think PuNk! cares about us

The hard landing was a little more than expected, having broken through the first layer of roofing. Wolfram didn't seem to take it to well, Aw, poor baby, God that hurts he thought as he rolled off the side of the German officer. His knee had landed well before anything else on his body, causing a good deal of pain in his upper leg. Son of a...., Oh you're gonna pay! Ran through his head as he started to stand. The knife was no where in sight thankfully, but Wolfram did have something in his hand, McMillan didn't notice until mid flight, he squinted his eyes tight and gritted his teeth as the debris showered upon his face and he stepped back, putting his good knee to the ground. He blinked a few times as the loose debris fell from his face, some of it had gotten in his mouth making his wounds sting a bit. "Mmmmm...Ptuh" he spit out a mixture of blood and dust that splattered as it hit the wall.

As he started to look up once more, the relentless German Officer filled his vision. He yanked McMillan up by his shirt and threw a sturdy punch. It landed exactly where McMillan didn't want it to, on himself, not to mention with good accuracy. He took some deep breaths as he started to prepare himself for the coming barrage of fists. He turned his head slightly as he noticed it was taking Wolfie a little longer to get around to it than normal, he looked a little wore out too.

Well this looks good enough for me. McMillan reached out and wrapped both of his arms around the man's knee and put his shoulder into his groin as he pushed the man backward and pulled Wolfram's knee into his own chest, hoping to put the man on his back hard, it looked as if his back hadn't taken the fall too well, might as well use it to his advantage. Bet he tries to choke me again. He thought. Every time the pair had ever hit the ground, Wolfram was trying to choke McMillan, well McMillan had had enough of that.

He crawled atop the man and straddled his waist, letting his lower legs run along the sides of the German's thigh, hoping to keep some weight of his hurt leg. Also to help, he put one arm around the back of Wolfram's neck and pulled the two very close together, the small distance would make it near impossible to use a choke tactic. McMillan used his own head as a weapon as he snapped his own neck down in the process so the top of his fore head would land on Wolfram's face somewhere. He kept his grip tight around the back of the man's neck as he placed his head next to Wolfram's after the blow, but to the side, turned away. With his right hand, McMillan started throwing punches to Wolfram's mid section, his head was turned toward Wolfram's left so it just made it easier to attack that side, he was aiming for the man's lower ribs as those were the easiest to break. All the while trying to keep his left arm tight around the back of the man's neck.

"You like that? Huh? You like that WOLFIE!!!"

[Daniel Brennan]

Moderation Post:[/b]

thought PuNk could use a hand.

The following Actions have been made;

Company Sergeant Major McMillan:

• Although tired and slowly being drained of his strength by his many wounds, McMillan did manage to topple over his enemy Captain Wolfram.
  
  
• Bringing his forehead down hard, it made contact with Wolfram's nose, breaking it. McMillans forehead is now slightly sore from the hard impact and there drops of blood on it...
  
  
• Dealing out a volley of Punches to Captain Wolframs lower ribs, none of them did serious damge, but none the less, they did cause some large bruises.
  
  
• The sound of the two bodies impacting on the roof was easily heard by Gerwulf on the street and he might just be curious enough to come and see what was happening...
  

~Dan [/COLOR]

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

“Arggghhh!”[/b] shrilled out the Hauptsturmführer as he felt his body being leveraged up from off the ground, before soon enough his back crumpled into the framework of the rooftop. His hands clutched at the Grunt’s uniform ruggedly, as if confused to what he was going to do next, then THUMP! He felt McMillan’s forehead land against his nose, another shrill of pain emitting from his lips as he instinctively cupped his hands against his nose, his eyes watering to the pain as the nerve endings throbbed throughout his face.

As the Officer began to realise the daunting and crippled situation he was in, the Hauptsturmführer tucked his head up beneath the Grunt’s chin, pushing into his chest as he began to feel him throttling at his left side (was the left?), his teeth gritting as he clenched into the grunt’s body, before catching a glimpse of an overcastted shadow nearby - slanting his head sideways, he glared up towards Gerwulf who was standing at the window they’d toppled from, his mouth open in awe as he watched the scene unfold before him. It seemed as if the young soldier had finally investigated the room; it was to no surprise, after all the thumping, moaning and shouting - then the inevitable crashing out onto what seemed to be a lower rooftop, which reminded him of a veranda.

The Hauptsturmführer grinned deviously to himself as he watched Gerwulf lift the rifle, leaning down against the window ledge somewhat and leveraging his weight outwards for a closer and more precise shot. The Grunt was unarmed, injured as it was and now Rafael had the prime advantage of holding him still for Gerwulf’s shot or two, knowing a sitting duck was better than a flying one to shoot. Suddenly, the Hauptsturmführer thumped his head up against the Grunt’s jaw, before needling his head sideways to push the man’s head against his shoulder, just so he could whisper -- “Goodnight Ed-Vard…” and with that, the blonde haired, blue eyed and blooded face Nazi laughed almost insanely down his eardrum, quite loudly as to block out the loading noise of Gerwulf’s rifle, so McMillan couldn’t hear the distinctive CLANK & CLUNK.

Priding his hands up against the male’s chest he used the remainder of his strength to push the man back a few inches, just enough to let him move his arms up towards his throat and jaw again. Rafael was praying the Grunt would be thinking - “oh no, another choking tactic”, before forcefully, he shoved McMillan’s head up, the image of a coconut on a stand flashing through his mind as he remembered as a child, lobbing small balls at them in the nearby fair-ground that used to visit their town. He wouldn’t be winning a cuddly toy today, but he’d certainly be winning the death of an old foe he just begged to see the end off…

“Gerwulf, Erschießung!” and with that, Rafael shoved his hips up and threw his head and body back from the grunt’s grip on him. his hands holding at the man’s throat as he laid there, deviously laughing his head off as he awaited to see the grunt’s head get blown off, as he held his head like a melon for the chop!

- CRACK! - [/B]

A rifle round cut out into the midst of the air, Rafael’s eyes closing as he turned his head, worried to be spattered by brain matter.

- CRACK! -[/B]

Another shot beckoned out… As if the young soldier was finishing him off? Perhaps Gerwulf was eager… Or maybe he missed the first time!?

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post

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Oh wow... That was unexpected, I totally forgot about Gerwulf! This post could be devastating for, well, McMillan.

CPT. Wolfram:

• Pushing McMillan upwards, Rafael did manage to break a hold of his grip (to an extent) and pride McMillan's "UPPER" torso backwards/upwards for a clearer line of sight for Gerwulf.
  
  
• (Gerwulf has been in a lot of battles, so I'm gonna' have to count him as bit of an experienced NPC of Wolfram's; You're more than welcome to look back at the very first threads, Gerwulf has been a figrehead throughout)
  
  - Firing the first shot, the bullet directly cut through McMillan's left ear, scraping along the side of his head, breaking out a long gash across the 'right' side of his head and causing a bloody wound upon his ear, as it's basically been blown off. (Temporary for this thread)
  
  - The Second bullet dropped lower, due to the fast reload and presumably quicker aim. The bullet fell and hit the ground, but bounced off vertically to penertrate and wound McMillan's thigh. (Although it did puncture the leg, it's not too deep, but extremely painful none the less)
  

At this point, I'm afraid that I'm going to have too WARN McMillan Offically to retreat, or remain in the thread and perhaps face dior concequences with his gamble. Sad to say, but at the beginning of this thread, there was no pointers made suggesting the fight be a one on one, so the use of Gerwulf is entirely legit.

To be honest, I think Wolfie done well without using him, but due to Daniel Brennan's Mod-Mark (which he shouldn't have made, considering he's betted on McMillan and I could make it void ) McMillan would've presumably won the toss up between the two, as he'd broken Wolfram's nose and tipped the scales a little more upon the damage made.

Again, this thread may still go on, but it's your call JT.
NEXT POST, MCMILLAN!
~Danny[/color]

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Well Gentlemen as much as I REALLY HATE to do this, I am going to have to retreat. I was hoping to pull this off but in my condition, 2v1 does not leave good odds in my favor. But, now my Certification takes effect (So does Wolframs) so I have a better chance at taking out a few more Nazis now. The only part of this that makes me slightly happy is that Dan will lose the bet LOL!! No hard feelings Dan, all in good fun. Well played Raf, well played, I knew it would be a good one and I believe it was, of course I am biased. There may be a Grudge Match II in the future but the Big Battle is looming now that Wolfram can enter a different hostile thread. We will meet again, one way or the other. It has been a pleasure. Congratulations, I hope I made it worth your while.

Edward Scott McMillan (JT)

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:[/b]

Wise call JT, you do have a valuable Certificate and Weaponry. It would be foolish to risk that all, in my eyes. Anyway, great battle lads and the following Decorations, Promotions and CP has been issued;

Company Sergeant Major, McMillan:[/b]

• Promotion:

[/b] Not Any; due to your Retreat/Failure to Neutralize the Threat of Wolfram (you were in the area to stop him, right?).
[/li][li] Decoration:[/b] You have earned a Medal, for going "Beyond the Call of Duty".
[/li][li] CP Issued:[/B] 25CP

[/li][li]It takes good man to know when he has lost, McMillan. [/li][/ul]


SS-Hauptsturmführer, Wolfram:[/b]

• Promotion:

[/b] You have been promoted to SS-Sturmbannführer (Major).
- NPC GERWULF:[/B] Has also been promoted to SS-Rottenführer (Corporal).
[/li][li] Decoration:[/b] You have been awarded the "Iron Cross, 2nd Class" for your courage and valour.
[/li][li] CP Issued:[/B] 35CP
[/li][/ul]

Congratulations guys, your Achievement profiles and so forth will all be updated in due course.
~Danny[/color]