Medical Convoy Palaver!

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

OOC: Sorry if this is hard to read.

Marching the young Medical Officer forwards, SS-Hauptsturmführer Wolfram grinned deviously to himself, already planning subsequent errands for the young Medics to be faced with. First would be the stripping of the paint work on the truck, next would be the usage of their expertise and… But before the SS-Hauptsturmführer could finish his track of thought, the young male engaged a quick stride in his step and darted towards the truck, causing Rafael to intake a sharp breath and stutter a stagger within his spot on what way to go!? Initially, his body lurched forwards and his hands thumped against the truck door thrown into his face, the scuffle of bodies at the other end of the truck attracting his attention momentarily as he watched his three subordinates shout “HALT!”[/I], their rifles lugging up to shoulder length quickly.

Looking into the truck from the open door, SS-Hauptsturmführer Wolfram lifted his MP40 against his chest and hastily clunked his index finger against the trigger quickly, in hope he’d be able to hit the cascading body of the Medic that fell from out of the passenger door. The MP40 Roared loudly and numerous bullets zipped through the driver’s hold of the truck, narrowly missing any indoor components of the truck, the bullets strafing right through. After a firm hold on the trigger for a couple of seconds, SS-Hauptsturmführer Wolfram stepped back and turned to Gerwulf towards his left, firmly barking out “Verfolgen Sie Ihn! Jetzt!”, Gerwulf gave an eager nod and sharp “Herr!”[/I], before running off towards the opposite woodlands, leaving SS-Hauptsturmführer Wolfram looking to his right towards his three other subordinates, shooting…

Hans, who was initially holding the men at gunpoint fell to one knee and aimed towards (James) the Medic slipping off around the Medical Convoy, hitting the trigger sharply in hope to nick or hit him within the heat of the moment; sending a sharp rifle shot off towards the man’s general direction. Burkhard and Claus emerging from the brush hardly had a chance to look at the men properly and then they were legging it! Burkhard shouted for the second time “HALT!”[/I], in hope the man’s life (Robert) could be spared, before hitting the trigger to his bolt action rifle and sending a shot after the man running the opposite way, before he reached the trees. Claus didn’t even bother to utter a breath, as the young witted and eager SS-Man took a few sharp steps forwards, throwing his rifle up and shooting towards Robert himself in a hurry. Both the men dipped their rifles slightly and reloaded quickly, ready to take another shot.

SS-Hauptsturmführer Wolfram on the other hand spared a few seconds on watching his three subordinates shoot the fleeing Medics, before shouting over to them from his position. “Gehen Sie! Töten Sie sie!”, Rafael waving his hand off a little in a notion to get the men moving, whilst he himself turned to follow Gerwulf’s pursuing, hoping they’d have a chance to box or flank them.


Translations:

Verfolgen Sie Ihn! Jetzt!
~ Pursue Him, Now!

Herr!
~ Sir!

Gehen Sie! Töten Sie sie!
~ Go! Kill them!

[Daniel Brennan]

Moderation Post:[/b]

This is a good thread going on here, and I'm really enjoying reading it. I hope everyone continues with the good posts!

The following Actions have been made;

Captain Wolfram

• Reacting well to the attemted escape, Captain Wolfram was quick to fire after Medical Technician Peter Branigan, Barely hitting him on the hand.
  
  
• Private Hans has succeded in hitting James Bedford a painful shot to the shoulder, causing him to stumble into the tree-line.
  
  
• Although Privates Burkhard and Clause fired a few shots, they failed to hit the retreating Medic (Robert), their shots hitting the ground and tree's around him.
  

Medical Tech. Branigan

• While running towards the cover of the tree's, a shot from Captain Wolframs MP40 has glanced the back of his left hand. Fortunatly for him, the shot did little damage and the wound is more of an annoyance, than painful.
  
  
• While running, Medic Bedford has recieved a painful rifle shot in the shoulder, causing him to stumble, but luckily not fall.
  
  
• Medical Assistant Robert has somehow remained unhurt; all the bullets passing harmlesly past him.
  

~Dan[/colour]

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

As McMillan continued to watch the ordeal. He kept his gaze set upon any opening he could find to exploit. Every so often he would have a clean shot, but it would vanish almost as quickly as it appeared. He was starting to get itchy and probably wasn't far from doing something completely dumb. Then the medic did it first and darted away from the situation, through the cab of the vehicle that brought them into harm's way no doubt.

McMillan kept his eyes trained down his sights as he watched the commotion unfold before him. The SS officer then unloaded what seemed to be a full magazine from his sub-machine gun, but the medic didn't seem like he suffered too much. McMillan just regretted not having a shot on the officer that was attempting to take the life of his comrade. So then McMillan swung his sights around to the back of the vehicle as the other medics had followed suit. Unfortunately so had the other SS soldiers.

McMillan made sure not to exit his concealment just in case his actions might go unnoticed during the conflict. He placed his sights onto one SS soldier, but as he started to squeeze the trigger that had waited so eagerly to speak it's name, he stopped and saw that once again he had a shot with two SS soldiers in line once more. He knew this would give him a better chance of at least hitting someone. He lowered his sights onto the first, hopefully unlucky, man in the line's torso. Then he continued his possibly deadly action that ended with a sharp yet deliberate CRACK!

Due to countless hours of training in his beloved Army his muscle memory served him well as his sights returned to almost the exact same location. He let his breath out just a little only to cling to it briefly again as he then repeated the action CRACK!

OOC: I couldn't get the map to upload, my shooting line is towards the light grey guy and the darker grey guy just behind him, pretty obvious, but ask if you need clarification.

[✚ Peter T. Brannigan]

OOC: If my post is too much, I’ll edit it.

“Ah..!”[/b] was perhaps a small shrill of pain, but none the less, it was confirmation to the enemy that Peter had sustained a slight injury. His left hand was immediately crushed against his torso to appoint pressure and his right hand gripped tightly into the light-weight rifle he was carrying to try and subside the pain, with his aggressive clenching. Gritting his teeth, the Medical Corp. staggered on his feet a little, as his legs swiftly moved beneath his body, gunshots from all around beckoning into the hardened air. Not a good sign for his subordinates and Medical Assistants; then followed the shouting. Most likely orders to pursue.

As Peter motioned forwards, his feet thumping through the dry dirt, the curdling cry of pain emitted from behind him, as the distinct Thump! smacked it’s self against Peter’s eardrum from the proximity. The noise was all too familiar, as what seemed to be a rifle round, slammed into James Bedford’s shoulder, causing the Medic to stagger forwards, barely keeping balance. Quickly, Peter turned and hurried back towards his fellow comrade, clutching his body tightly, afraid the man would fall from the impact. “KEEP MOVING!” shouted Peter towards his comrade, his dragging him along slightly within the fit of the moment, afraid that the SS-Soldiers would suddenly spring up behind them and unleash another bout’ of fire.

Having no time to stop and see where Robert could’ve been, Peter kept moving, pulling James along by his side, his left hand throbbing hard as he clutched it up against James’s chest, using whatever momentum or grip he could give to pull the man along, who staggered weakly against Peter’s grip, more in shock from the impact, rather than curdling into a world of pain. “Sergeant!!” shouted Peter slightly, before two quick rifle rounds came bouncing from out of the nearby foliage, knowing it must’ve been him, but before Peter could cry out anymore, he merely waved to the nearby wooden lodge and quickly spurted out “Get in there!” at least that way, they could put up a fight or make the SS-Men think twice about bothering to try and kill them…

Without stopping, Peter kept moving, James clinging to his side desperately, crying in sheer agony as he relied on Peter to lead the way. Moving towards the house, a figure caught wind to the side of his eyesight and Peter grunted loudly as he lifted the rifle in one arm and took two random shots towards whoever it was stalking them, with his semi-auto rifle. They weren’t accurate with one arm, but they were made as a desperate covering fire to try and sustain not being shot at, before hastily Peter moved as quickly as he could along the slight open land and shoved James forwards through the crooked door, causing the man to collapse against the floor in agony, his body tensing up and his hands clutching at his shoulder, whilst Peter quickly shoved the door closed behind himself, gasping for breath.

Meanwhile, Robert had staggered between the trees, yelping out in sheer panic, his hand thumping against his helmet as he felt the tears streaming down his cheeks. Looking around frantically, he desperately fell down behind a small tree, wiping his eyes quickly as he gagged for breath, almost hyperventilating from the sheer panic, his head twisting as he looked on towards the Sergeant in the brush, deciding on whether he should make a dart for it or not!?

[Daniel Brennan]

Moderation Post:[/b]

Good, good.


The following Actions have been made;

First Sergeant McMillan

• Cleverly keeping himself concealed, McMillan, fired two shot’s at NPCs, Hans and Clause.
  
  
• Although his second shot missed, his first shot was lucky enough to hit NPC Hans’s leg. The bullet went straight into Hans’s thigh.
  

Medical Tech. Branigan

• Helping his comrade, Peter fired two shots at NPC Gerwulf.
  
  
• Although they came close, none of the shot’s hit their target, instead, hitting the ground near his feet.
  

~Dan
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[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

OOC: You Medics run fast! Can’t blame you thou.

Hans cried out in pain as what seemed to be retaliation fire, lodge it’s self into his thigh. His body collapsed backwards from the knelt position and his head ducked as a second shot zipped overhead, barely missing himself and his comrade, Addler Claus. “Ich bin geschlagen! Helfen Sie mir!”[/I] spurted out Hans angrily, as he scuffled along the ground on all fours, sucking in hot air through his teeth every time he moved his injured leg. SS-Schütze (SS-Private) Claus hurried over and grabbed Hans by the gruff of his lapels after throwing his rifle across his shoulder, dragging the wounded man backwards through the dirt and behind the truck. Hans yelled in slight pain, before allowing his back to rest against the rear wheel tire of the jeep, patting Claus on the arm to utter out “Gehen Sie erhält den Bastard, werde ich fein jetzt sein”[/I], Claus nodded without word and hurried off again.

Burkhard was hard on the trail of the running Medic, astounded that his shot had missed an open target. Hurrying forwards along the roadside, for a better shot without running after the Medic and being faced with a physical combat situation, because of the close quarters, Burkhard fell hard onto his stomach upon the sight of the crying male and shuffled his body into the dry dirt. “Westliches Schwein” muttered Burkhard beneath his breath, as his rifle lined up along the ground, the iron sights becoming deadly still, the man holding his breath tightly. CRACK!

Springing out from behind the tree, Gerwulf raised his Karbiner at arm’s length, just about to take a shot on the pathetic Medic with his comrade in toe, when the man suddenly swung up his semi-auto Rifle and popped two shots into his general direction. Insensitively, Gerwulf gasped and ducked, his rifle dropping the aim momentarily, trying not to get hit from the cascading duo of bullets. Looking up in a haste, Gerwulf took aim once again and was about to fire when the pair fell in through the lodge door, leaving him with a tasteless dissatisfaction for missing his opportunity; Then SS-Hauptsturmführer Wolfram came prowling up behind him, changing the cartridge to his MP40 as he hurried along the terrain, hot on the heels of Gerwulf.

Grabbing Gerwulf by his upper arm, he pulled the soldier silently along with him, before shoving him down against the tree, kneeling behind him. “Gerwulf, sie sind nicht allein. Aussehen, ein Soldat da drüben. Sie sind mein bester Meisterschütze, wenn Sie diese Schusszahl machen, werde ich Sie fördern - ich werde Geschäft mit diesen Medizinern gehen” spoke Wolfram quietly, as Gerwulf nodded and took up aim against the cartilage and bone of his knee, shuffling upon his left leg for better height leverage. Aiming at the prone man in the foliage, Gerwulf took a long breath to hold and narrowed his eyes, before taking the shot. Letting out air from his lungs, he fell back behind the tree, reloading quickly whilst SS-Hauptsturmführer Wolfram crept towards the lodge.

Translations:[/b]

Ich bin geschlagen! Helfen Sie mir!
~ I’m hit! Help me!

Gehen Sie erhält den Bastard, werde ich fein jetzt sein
~ Go get the bastard, i'll be fine now

Westliches Schwein
- Western Pig

Gerwulf, sie sind nicht allein. Aussehen, ein Soldat da drüben. Sie sind mein bester Meisterschütze, wenn Sie diese Schusszahl machen, werde ich Sie fördern - ich werde Geschäft mit diesen Medizinern gehen.
~ Gerwulf, they're not alone. Look, a soldier over there. You're my best Marksman, if you make this shot count, i'll promote you - I'll go deal with these Medics.

[Daniel Brennan]

Moderation Post:[/b]

This is one of my favourite threads I have ever seen on here. Really good writing, everyone!

The following Actions have been made;

Captain Wolfram

• Is slowly advancing on the lodge with Gerwulf, while the rest of his men are left to take care of the rest of the Allies.
  
  
• Private Burkhard fired a single shot on Medical Assistant, Tompkins and succeded in hitting him a glancing shot to the shoulder. The shot only scratched a small cut on Medic Robert's shoulder.
  
  
• NPC Gerwulf fired one shot at First Sergeant McMillan, but failed to hit his target.
  

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[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

McMillan watched his first shot strike true, though a little not to his liking. He was slightly satisfied with the fact that he had assisted in evening out the odds a little bit more. He may not have taken his intended enemy out but he knew he would be slowed tremendously.

The minuscule battlefield was starting to collapse around him and he found himself coming under fire. Though he had not taken a shot he knew he needed to move and do it quickly. the majority of the medics had been hit but he was glad that the lead medic had the initiative and courage to put his own life in danger to aid his fellow soldier. He heard the same medic yell for him after he had passed out of McMillan's field of vision. He needed no verbal confirmation that this was going to be very difficult to come out on top but it was very calming to know that someone cared.

McMillan reached back onto his belt and took a firm grasp on his fragmentation grenade and looked over to where the shot had come from. He saw an SS soldier kneeling with his sights still pointed towards McMillan with the officer just passed him headed towards his friends that had retreated to the only bit of cover in the area. The slightly run down wooden lodge was just over the fence behind McMillan.

He brought his left knee out from under his body and planted his foot firmly in the ground while pushing up with his forearms as to not get any dirt into his barrel. as he raised himself up he then swung his right foot out from the ground and planted it all the while turning his body to face his attacker. As he was turning he pulled the pin from his grenade and let the spoon fly, he knew it was only a short distance and it would be better to cook this one so the kraut wouldn't have the chance to throw it back. He paused momentarily to step forward with his left foot, almost like a baseball pitcher, then he heaved it at the SS shooter. It was a relatively short distance and McMillan knew it would be easy to land this one right at his feet but that wasn't what he was going for. He wanted an air burst out of this one. If he could pull that off, there was a good chance that the officer might get injured as well, seeing as how an air burst allows the shrapnel to cover a larger area. The grenade cooked for about two seconds, maybe a hair over when McMillan released it from his fingertips.

He didn't wait this time to see how his attack faired, he knew if all else failed that at least one SS soldier would be, in the worst case scenario, disoriented for a short time. He took all of six steps, long enough to get up to a sprint pace before he thrust his body into the air to clear the small fence. He hit with a surprisingly soft thud and halfway slid into a doorway. As he pulled the rest of his body in he shouted "Peter, how are you guys? Do you need a weapon over there?"

[Daniel Brennan]

Moderation Post:[/b]

Oh, this is a hard one to mark...

The following Actions have been made;

First Sergeant Mcmillan:

• Tossing his Frag grenade the short distance to Gerwulf, Mcmillan his succeded in injuring the German soldier.
  
  
• The Grenade exploded in the air, as planned, but only injured the one person.
  
  
• The grenade exploded near enough to Private Gerwulf, causing him a very painful injury along all of his right arm.
  

~Dan [/COLOR]

[✚ Peter T. Brannigan]

OOC: Using some fowl language in my post, be advised.

BANGGG!

Peter’s body ducked a little from the explosive noise outside, a couple of the windows to the small lodge shattering from the explosion. The noises of war were great and Peter still hadn’t adapted completely, his head twisting slightly to look towards the Lodge door, almost expecting a blue eyed and blonde haired male to come storming in, cutting them down where they stood. Nothing happened though, for now. He could only pray the explosion had hit or even touched whoever it was following and stalking him through the woodlands, but as Peter stood awkwardly behind the lodge door, the cries of pain from James Bedford soon brought him back to reality.

“Oh this fucking hurts!” spat out James angrily, not towards Peter, but in sheer aggression towards the man that had luckily hit him. James’s hands weakly clasped against his shoulder and Peter abruptly fell down beside him quickly, ushering him quiet with his hands a little, as he pushed the James onto his side ever so slightly, looking at his back to see no exit wound - “Shit - Hang in there buddy” reassured Peter, as he laid the man back down onto his back, his hands soon niftily working James’s belt from off his waist, to quickly fasten it over his wounded shoulder, applying some real tight pressure.

Scuffling for his medical bag (that he hadn’t taken off) Peter flapped it open and dropped is rifle down beside him, pulling out a syrette of morphine to break open, jabbing it into the man’s thigh to administer some pain relief. Yanking out a pair of Artery Forceps, Peter wriggled the end of the equipment into James’s shoulder and pushed his body onto him as he began to buck and cry out from the pain. “James, stay quiet, I have to do this fast!” urged Peter, as he suddenly gripped at something with the utensil to pull out a flat and dented bullet tip. Tossing it aside, he dropped his bloody forceps back into his bag, worried to put them onto the floor and grabbed a piece of bandaging, pushing it against his shoulder, grabbing James’s hand to push against it. Hoping he could hold some pressure against it. “Alright, keep pressure on that, I can’t stitch you up just yet” frantically said Peter, worriedly looking towards the door as he listened to someone shout out through the wall!?

Gasping at the Sergeant’s voice, Peter grabbed his rifle with his blooded hand and knocked his helmet off, putting it onto James’s head. “We’re fine Sergeant! I have a rifle, but James is wounded” called out Peter, as he stood up, dipping his hands beneath James’s armpits to drag towards the back of the cabin, wiping his blooded hand across his forehead in the process of feeling hot and tired. “Where are you!?” shouted Peter worriedly, as he hastily moved towards the front of the lodge, looking out carefully to see someone approaching from the woods. “I see one!” shouted Peter panicking somewhat, not quite used to being alone and soldier-like, his arms lumbering the rifle up quickly to place upon the window ledge, the barrel protruding form the broken class. Taking rough aim, he pulled the trigger three times with his semi-auto rifle and fell down behind the window, his hands shaking from the pressure.

-- Robert meanwhile, yelped in pain, scurrying across the dirt of the Earth again, watching as the Sergeant ran towards a lodge.

[Daniel Brennan]

Moderation Post:[/b]

Short one this time.

The following Actions have been made;

Medical Technician Brennigan:

• Peter fired three shots, none of which managed to hit Captain Wolfram.
  
  
  
  

~Dan [/COLOR]

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

OOC: Told you I’d post, not the great post, I have an headache.

A sudden explosion hit the air and SS-Hauptsturmführer Wolfram immediately hit the ground, looking around almost dazed for a brief moment, before the shrilling cry from Gerwulf broke through the trees “Argghh…!”, SS-Hauptsturmführer Wolfram froze for a moment, contemplating on going back for Gerwulf, but the typical sense of any soldier told them to keep going - if they could hit Gerwulf, then they could certainly hit him, so he had to keep moving onwards for now, hopefully by now, Burkhard, Hans and Claus were making their way through the foliage upon their position, performing the flanking movement he’d trained them to do so many times; when broken down into two groups active assault groups.

“Gerwulf! Wenn Sie Verwundeter sind, Sturz hinter!” hollered Rafael through the few trees, in hope Gerwulf would use his initiative to fall back and fight another day, he was after-all, one of his best men. No reply came back however, but the SS-Hauptsturmführer didn’t intentionally stay in his position too long to listen, as something emerged by the front window - one of the Medic’s with a rifle!? Immediately, he fell to the ground, his MP40 jerking into his body a little from the haste of dropping to the ground, his head pushing into the grass as he listened to the three bullets zip and cut right past him.

Raising his head slowly, whilst holding a hand upon his Officer’s hat, he snarled beneath his breath and pushed up too his feet, his once fine polished leather boots kicking through the dirt as he hastily moved towards the small waist height fence. Clambering over it ruggedly, his feet hit the dirt hard on the other side and his body lowered immensely as he knew the slightest noise could’ve had the pesky Medic randomly shooting out of the window again; this time, perhaps hitting him from the close range? Glancing back slightly, Rafael listened to the onslaught on-going on the other side, hoping his men would just hurry up! But the plan was working none the less, as now the prey were all bundled up into one place more or less. The Nazi’s Net.

Sneaking around the building quickly, the SS-Hauptsturmführer breathed deeply, his nerves setting in as he began to feel the adrenaline of being close to his adversary setting in. Leaning his back against the hard wooden lodge behind him, he cocked his MP40 and quietly pulled the bolt halfway to check if the chamber was loaded, knowing every bullet counted. Sharply inhaling and holding his breath, Rafael jumped up and hit his elbow against the already shattered glass of the window, clearing some of the shards, before leaning back and grabbing at his weaponry tightly, a keen devilish look in his eyes as he opened his mouth, shouting in sheer aggression to hit the trigger, spraying the whole of the inner cabin with random and rough estimated bullets towards the subjects in the room.

“CLANG!” The gun hit an empty chamber and the SS-Hauptsturmführer fell down immediately, almost like he were a bowling skittle, his hands scurrying for another magazine frantically as he tried to catch his breath.

(OOC: I’m going to do what danny done, saves me typing loads for all my units)[/b]

Claus and Burkhard meanwhile were hot on the heels of the running medic, the pair of them looking like tweedle dee and tweedle dum as they heavily moved their feet through the brush, both trying to take aim, but then the medic ran again! Eventually, Claus hit the brush with a panting breath and took aim again, hitting the trigger for a hopeful better shot this time.


Translations:[/b]

Gerwulf! Wenn Sie Verwundeter sind, Sturz hinter!
- Gerwulf! If you're wounded, fall back!

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

OOC:Sorry it took so long



McMillan gathered himself up and took a few deep breathes to calm his heart rate. As he peered out of the tiny shed he saw the other medic "Damn it! How could I have done that, how could I have forgotten about one of our own." He thought to himself all the while knowing that if anything happened to the man running towards him while being shot at he would never forgive himself. He knew he had to try and do something for the heavily pursued soldier.

McMillan took a low posture so as to hopefully not be seen and stepped out from his small bit of cover and made his way to the north side. He pulled his weapon in tight to his shoulder to better help his accuracy and stood up while raising his rifle to his cheek to take aim. "These German boys must like doing this." ran through his mind as now for a third time they had presented him with a shot of two in a row, yet only the second time he would try to take advantage of it. He placed his sights right on the first one's throat, seeing as how his last shot that landed was low he figured he pulled the trigger a little too hard with all the adrenaline, hoping this one would strike in a more true fashion. He squeezed the trigger.

BANG

His carbine roared out and pushed his shoulder only slightly due to the firm grip. As he started to line up another shot he heard a heavy amount of gunfire directly behind him. He didn't think that Peter would let the enemy that close without putting up a fight but maybe Peter couldn't stop the onslaught.

McMillan realized that they were in a very tough spot now, having enemies on both sides of them. He started to make his way around the back side of the small lodge staying very low as the stream of bullets poured from the SS officer's sub machine gun. As he neared the closest window he heard the clang of an empty mag. He rushed toward the edge of the building where the SS officer fired from and drew his 1911 pistol while in flight as he moved his carbine into his left hand for the small bit of travel.

As McMillan barely peaked around the corner he saw the SS officer searching rampantly for his next magazine. McMillan raised his pistol and right as the sight got to the lowest point of the SS man that might have just killed his friends he pulled the trigger as fast as he could knowing the recoil would place all of his shots gradually higher than the one preceding it. As the seventh shot rang out and the slide locked back McMillan just dropped it where he stood and took hold of his carbine as he glared toward the location where the officer was through the smoke.

McMillan still felt horrible for leaving the other medic somewhat stranded again but he knew that if he could only save one party, it had to be the one with twice as many soldiers in it.

[Daniel Brennan]

Moderation Post:[/b]

God, this is a hard one to Mod. I'll Mod-Mark it as realisticaly as I can, but don't argue with me if you disagree with anything.

The following Actions have been made;

Captain Wolfram

• Captain Wolfram stealthily creeped up to the window and fired a whole magazine into the lodge.
  
  
• Bullets went flying into the room and two of them hit their targets. One bullet was projected straight into Medical Technician Peter Branigans left arm/shoulder and another one was sent into the already wounded James Bedfords right foot.
  
  
• Private Claus fired a single shot at Tompkins, which missed.
  

First Sergeant McMillan

• First firing one shot at NPCs Claus and Burkhard which missed.
  
  
• Firing on Captain Wolfram from close(ish) range, he has succesfuly hit the Officer twice.
  
  
• The two shots that were succesful both hit Rafael in his left shoulder, causing him great pain.
  
  
• McMillan is the only uninjured Allied soldier left. (Including NPCs)
  

I would really advise a retreat (from either side) about now. The next few posts will determine the fate of the battle and somone might end up getting killed...

~Dan [/COLOR]

[coolhand]

OOC: Hope it's not too late for me to join up with you guys.



Hearing the explosive gunshots in the near distance, Lucas remembered the medical convoy that had just passed by him. He followed the convoy's tracks and was relieved that he had not stopped it thinking it might be Nazi forces.

Trotting carefully and mindfully down the side of the road he saw two Nazi soldiers by the the trees across the road and a wounded Nazi by the ambulance. Kneeling down behind a tree and steadying his gun, he took aim and fired at the nearest Nazi, leading him as he moved to his next position. He ripped his bolt open only to slam it back once more and fired again, then he took cover safely behind the nearest tree in hopes that he would draw fire away from whoever the Nazi forces were aiming to kill. He reloaded as he took a deep breath and listened and waited for what was to come.