Wandering about

[Stephen Colly]

Stephen's head was starting to spin, his mind seemed to be in another place...he was brought back down to earth with the suddenly shout from the Jap.

“Get back down here!”

Stephen didn't move a muscle, the mare beside him was standing perfectly still, as if not wanting to leave his side, her ears flickering to the Jap and then to Stephen and then straight ahead.

The Jap spoke yet again;

“Boy, be reasonable. I know you hate me, but don’t hold me responsible for whatever happened to you,"

"Why kill me then?" Stephen spat at the Jap, "why just leave me and the other men, why kill an innocent man like myself and the others? What for?" he asked, glaring at the Jap, his face set.

He stopped as he heard the Jap speak again, his heart stood still at the words, and he noticed that a gun had been drawn.

“Allies. This has been a long day for me, and I don’t intend to stick around and play with you ladies to my death,” “Here’s a bargain. Shoot me and I shoot this boy (Stephen). Hey you got a two in one deal. Nice, huh?”

Stephen shuddered, closing his eyes for a minute, and then opened them, his hands still on the reins of the mare, he gripped them, not wanting to let go of them.

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

OOC: Don’t mind me joining - I think Naga needs back-up, 3 vs. 1...
Oh! Also, I’ll play a little fair and get physical. You’ll see, should spice it up a little.

Gunshots, shouting and commotion were the only attributes that dictated the blonde haired and blue eyed Captain’s next moves, simply speaking, action - as the fairly young, yet well experienced Commissioned Officer rallied himself down a narrow backstreet, clutching his auburn stained Karbiner’ 98k Rifle. The weaponry was allocated with a full clip of bullets, several roughly and the Captain was pronounced a good rifleman from day-one, that was until he took interest in the Panzer division… Tanks…

Thumping his back against the congregated stone wall, Rafael slowly slanted his body out ever so slightly, his blue piercing eyes mercilessly falling upon what seemed to be two bulky Allied Soldiers, a stone’s throw away from his position, cluttering their bodies within a narrow alleyway. Captain Wolfram had already fell to one knee, hoisting his rifle up for a shot, a perhaps easy shot that could kill two birds with one stone, until the younger of the two and slightly scattier one rushed into a nearby building - cutting the Captain’s line off sight for a brief moment - but then patience averted the Officer, as he awaited to see their clumsy actions?

Ironically, thinking he was being smart, by diverting his aim and awaiting their actions - the pair of westerners had already disappeared, then an onslaught of bullets arrayed themselves on the fellow comrade’s position, causing the Captain to grit his teeth and suddenly spring to his feet, quietly making his way down the rubble side of the street secretively, hoping his fellow comrade was still alive… At least, but as the neatly tucked and booted Nazi Officer crept down the narrow street, avoiding any open spots, he unknowingly found himself a mere few meters from the back of a wounded soldier, wrapping his leg up with a measly handkerchief, before awaiting something!?

Rafael knew a precise and easy shot would take down the Grunt too easily, let alone give away his position, so he settled for something perhaps a little barbaric, but stealthy to say the least. Unravelling the rifle strap from off shoulders, Rafael slowly and quietly twisted and turned his rifle the opposite way, wielding the cold steel barrel-end, coiling his fingers around any providing grip he could get, before pouncing up to his feet like a spring-chicken and swinging the cumbersome wood downwards against the NCO Grunt’s back! Unleashing a full-hardy aggressive lurch from his throat uncontrollably in the process.

OOC: PLEASE, let McMillian POST NEXT!!! I’d rather him Mod the outcome, seems a little unfair me slipping into the RP and hurting someone straight away -- then do the Mod Post.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

OOC: I don't make those calls. I've posted for the round and have to wait until told to do so. If allowed, I will modify this post to accomodate such actions. Thanks for suggesting the opportunity though.

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation post:

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Just for the record, yes, i will be marking after everyone has had their turn in posting; so McMillan was correct, earlier in the CBOX conversation you guys had. Thanks for being patient, i appreciate it guys and yes, i will be getting more staff very soon.

Allied Effect:[/b]

Private Stephen Colly;
*Remains a P.O.W* but showing signs of strain in escaping.

Corporal Daniel Brennan;
- Firing Five shots 'down-wards' towards the enemy, Three casually missed with intimidating intentions, one scarcley chipped the horse's back leg and the last actually impaled Private Warasaki's left leg.

1st Sgt McMillan;
--- You may incorporate the damage done by Cpt. Wolfram, if any ---
- Just a small tip, if you endure a physical fight scene, you're more than welcome to 'throw', 'Grab' and 'push' one another without modding needed. Punches/Kicks and anything else with heavier blows, must be modded by a staff member.

Axis Effect:[/b]

Private Naga Warasaki;
- Wounded from a stray bullet overhead, Private Warasaki is pinned momentarily by enemy fire.
- Yet to open retaliation fire.

Captain Wolfram;
- Alike 1st Sgt McMillan, 'Grabbing', 'Throwing' and 'Pushing' will not need modding, anything heavier will need Staff Moderation -- also, McMillan has been granted the oppourtunity in modding Rafael's recent action.


NEXT POST: 1st SGT McMillan, than in no particular order (if you guys haven't made any personally?) Everyone Else.

Thanks,
- Danny

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

"Good job Corporal. Glad to see you still have the fight in you." He said with a big grin. As he replied to the actions of his comrade he heard a small scuffle coming from behind him. As he turned his entire line of site was covered with a German soldier that had such a grimace on his face he could strike fear into lesser men. The enemy soldier let out a horrible yell that could have startled wildlife half a mile away. Had the enemy stayed silent that would have meant curtains for McMillan but the yell and the jump towards him gave him enough time to turn.

As the rifle but came whizzing in on McMillan he tried his best to get out of the way to some avail. The Kar stuck his left wrist with great force, dislodging McMillan's rifle from his grasp and forced him to step back, only hesitantly for he would try his best not to give the German soldier another chance at a free strike. As McMillan stepped back he dug the toes of his feet into the dirt. He leaned his entire body forward and as his weight was about to take him straight to the ground he lunged straight at the German soldier hoping to catch him around the mid section and throw his balance and his body to the ground. There was a good chance they would no longer be behind cover. McMillan hoped that the good Corporal had enough bullets to keep the other enemy's head down.

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

Captain Wolfram’s eyes widened in sheer delight, as he felt the auburn stained rifle clunk against the Grunt’s body, wrist to be precise, even though it wasn’t the exact consequence to his action he wanted - the adrenaline coursing through his veins couldn’t really care less within that actual moment in time, as the Captain came to realise, bigger problems had come to wake…

“Urghh..” was all that left the Captain’s moist lips, as a foil of spit spurted from his mouth, feeling the brute of the male thump against his abdomen, folding around his waist to momentarily hoist him from off his feet, before his once fine polished boots slipped against the cobbled earth and debris to collapse beneath him, clumping onto the back of his nipped and tucked black SS uniform, feeling his own rifle clumsily fall down by his side, whilst his Officer’s hat rolled from off his head, spinning like a dropped penny within the gutter of the street.

Rafael’s eyes glared with sheer aggression, as the stubborn, pure painted picture of Hitler’s new world laid beneath McMillan, slightly stunned for a brief moment. “Sie elender Idiot!” spat from the Nazi’s mouth, as his long slender hands suddenly sprung up against the Sergeant’s throat, tightening his grip like a leech, his thumbs succumbing to the pressure on McMillan’s windpipe with the clear intention to kill, before the Commanding Officer wedged one of his knees up against McMillan’s stomach, trying to pride the Sergeant sideways off him, hoping the choking tactic would be enough for the Allied Grunt to withdraw, more so, with his rugged knee pushing into the pit of the Sergeant’s stomach, acting like a pressurising lump protruding into the male - Rafael himself knew it’d hurt enough for the man to be discomforted.


Translations: (German to English)[/b]

Sie elender Idiot!
-You wretched Imbecile!

[Naga Warasaki]

Bullets sprayed out of the sky that Naga had little time to react in defense. He winced as one did get the best of him and hastily retracted his left leg to shelter it from further damage. Eyes closed, the private craned his neck and dared himself to look on the gory mess that was once a sleek, clean fighting machine he had aptly named. His hands shook uncontrollably as he held in the pain as best as he could, yet they performed well once more when they’re called for to tidy up the gash with a strip of his tattered uniform.

A loud neigh made the soldier smiled since he found himself not the only one injured. Somehow he had developed an immediate hate to the stallion though it had done nothing to him aside from a slight insult at his pride. Perhaps this was how war is made.

But Naga could not careless what the horse did or did not do. A retreat plan or at least a get-away plan until reinforcements came along was the best bet he had to make right now, and seeing it was way too long since the last fire…maybe the Germans did came to give their assistance…the private injured in many ways—hunger and gun shots—decided to take a risk out of this pit hole. He’s not safe in this position.

Crawling out of the rubbles, Naga made a limping run towards Stephen Colly. He placed his body hidden beneath the cover of the mare, though he was still confused as to why the creature did not budge, and whispered only for the young man to hear.

“Listen up. Me. You. Behind this horse. Go there. Got it? Our lives are at stake here, especially this horse.”

[Stephen Colly]

Bullets everywhere, Stephen's head was spinning, and to think, only half an hour ago it had just been him at the Jap, and suddenly all the other men...and a horse.
He just stood there, frozen to the spot, the horse was standing beside him.

“Listen up. Me. You. Behind this horse. Go there. Got it? Our lives are at stake here, especially this horse.”.

A voice came into Stephen's racing mind, he looked and saw the Jap talking to him, he nodded but as he did so, a gun shot went off and the horse reared suddenly, renching the reins out of Stephen's grip and catching Stephen's hand with her hoof, the horse then turned and galloped off down the road.
Stephen coughed and looked at his hand, it was bleeding..."Sh*t." he muttered, tearing a peice of cloth from the inside of his pocket and holding it against his hand, it was stinging hard. He bit his lip to try and stop the pain.

[Daniel Brennan]

Click! Daniel's rifle was reloded. The sound echoed around the house, making Daniel flinch. Daniel waited for ten more seconds but no grenade came through the upstairs window. Daniel crouched down onto his stomach and started crawling down the hallway, hoping to catch the enemy by surprise by firing from a down stairs window this time. Daniel crawled past a door on the right, then he stiffened. He thought he heard a faint scuffling sound from the street which he had come from.What if the sergeant is in trouble? He questioned himself. He decided that it couldn't be the sergeant because he would far away by now. Daniel crawled onward, making for a kitchen ahead, but he was noticably quieter than before.

Daniel crawled into the Kitchen, then scuttled across the room to crouch beneath the window.
Daniel made sure his gun was down incase the glint off the barrel gave him away, then peered over the windowsil. He saw that the German was crouched down beside the horse so that if Daniel missed, he might hit the horse or the Englishman. Now that Daniel had an almost clear view of the German, he could see that he was looking very bedraggled. He had an injury on, or near his hand which had made his rifle slippery with blood, and He also had an injury in one of his legs which probably made it dificult to walk. Daniel was broken out of his string of thoughtsby the horse bolting away.

Daniel quickly grabbed his rifle and snapped it up onto the windowledge and was just about to take aim and fire, when he noticed that the German was near the Englishman which made a clear shot impossible. If Daniel fired then he was almost as likely to hit the allied soldier then to hit the German. Damn it! Daniel muttered outloud. Then he had an idea. He aimed the rifle up into the sky and fired two shots, with the familier crack, twist, slide that came after every shot. Daniel hoped that he might panic the enemy into retreating. He moved to a window a few steps away, Then brought up his rifle and rested it on the windowledge.

Sorry if there is a few mistakes, but I'm kinda tired at the moment.

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:[/u]
Hope I’ve read everyone’s posts correctly.

Allied Effect:

Corporal Brennan:
After Successfully hitting the enemy, Corp. Brennan has yet to establish another ‘hurdle’ of rounds.

1st Sergeant McMillan:
Successful in his attempt in pinning the enemy momentarily, First-Sergeant McMillan has rendered Cpt. Wolfram unarmed, but yet to inflict any major damage on a scale to ‘Hurting’ the German Unit.

Private Colly:
*Remains a P.O.W* - Yet to escape or otherwise.


Axis Effect:

Private Warasaki:
Taking a good refuge momentarily, Private Warasaki has avoided ‘Rear Flanking’ danger any further, but wounded from various bullet wounds, Private Warasaki must beat through an arising pain-barrier developing within his body.

Captain Wolfram:
Being pinned by First Sergeant McMillan, Rafael successfully dislodged the Allied Unit off-wards to the side, amongst an onslaught of building rubble - but failed to inflict any further damage.

~Danny

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

The German solider had a look of surprise almost as McMillan took him of balance in his mid section and forced him to the ground. McMillan knew this guy must have seen action before due to how quickly he reacted to the situation. He pushed McMillan to the left side of him with little effort. As McMillan lay there next to the German he yelled out "Corporal, little help out here?!?!" McMillan was pretty sure he could take this guy, even if he only used pure muscle he must have had eighty pounds on this German soldier but if he learned nothing else in the Army he did learn that if you ever find yourself in a fair fight, something went wrong. You should always try to get the upper hand.

McMillan pulled his left arm in under his body to push himself up a little bit to add to the force he would use. He rared his right arm back to throw a mighty blow, hopefully in the center of the German's head. He wanted to try and break his nose and water his eyes but in the last instant he stopped his large blow as the small thought of "He can see this coming a mile away." bounced through his mind. At the same instant he slid his left arm out from under his body and aimed for the same spot on his opponent. As he finished his attack he rolled away from the German soldier to try and avoid any counter attack but remained low so as to not get shot by his other enemy down the street.

[PuNk! ™]

Speical Mod Post:[/b]
A mod post will be issued after every ‘Physical Action’ has been made between 1SGT. McMillan & CPT. Wolfram.

1ST Sergeant McMillan:[/b]
Maintaining a steady low balance, McMillan Successfully ‘Thumped’ Cpt. Wolfram’s jaw, narrowly missing Cpt. Wolfram’s sturdy nose, breaking a wound open within the mouth.

~Danny

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

Managing to pride the Allied Brute from off himself, Rafael thought he had the next move nailed, as a smug grin perched it’s self across his crimson lips, almost like he had a cunning plan up his sleeve - ready to end the bout’ utmost instantly and fatally to the enemy soldier. As Captain Wolfram’s idle hand hastily threw outwards to his side, grasping the strap upon his Mauser Karbine Rifle, he was soon cut-off guard as the male unwittingly threw a thick balled fist against his jaw line, snapping the Nazi’s head to the side with a gurgle of blood spitting from out of his mouth.

“Arggghh!” he screeched out somewhat, quite angrily, as the stubborn Axis CO yanked on the Rifle strap at finger’s length, hauling the cumbersome rifle inwards against his chest, before pushing off the ground to stagger on his feet - knowing the Allied Grunt had called for help, help that presumably would be upon him anytime soon if he didn’t finish off the fight…. Twisting the bolt on the side of his rifle to load a new round, the Captain swung his rifle up and pointed towards the First Sergeant, giving a slight little manic laugh beneath his breath as he muttered out into broken English “Z-ou think your comrade V-ill save you? -- HAR!”

Suddenly, the manic and aggressive blonde haired male pushed off the heels to his boots, darting straight towards the Sergeant, quickly grasping the barrel end of his rifle once again, swinging the heavy butt-end down against the wound on the man’s leg from earlier -- his keen eye picking out weak spots, hoping to render the man to his knees, before Captain Wolfram stepped back, hoisting his rifle up for another swing at the man, giving him a taste of an ‘Unfair fight’.

[PuNk! ™]

Speical Mod Post:[/b]
A mod post will be issued after every ‘Physical Action’ has been made between 1SGT. McMillan & CPT. Wolfram.

Captain Wolfram:[/b]
Managing to work his way upon his feet, Cpt. Wolfram successfully rendered 1st SGT McMillan to his Knees by a gutt-clenching blow to the 'Thigh' using his rifle, but Cpt. Wolfram is yet to swing his rifle again...

~Danny

[Daniel Brennan]

Daniel stiffened. He had heard the sergeant call out for help, he had definatly heard him call. But what about trying to keep the enemy pinned down? He franticly thought to himself. No, he had to help the sergeant. But first i'll just give it one more shot at hitting this guy.

Daniel attemted to slow his breathing down to as low as it could get, then he pressed the rifle butt deep into his soldier. He lined up the German in his sites and tried to keep the gun as steady as he could. crack, the end of the rifle thudded into his shoulder. Not checking to see if he had hit the target, Daniel jumped up and darted down the hallway.

He jumped out the front door, then Turned and ran back up the ally. He looked up and saw two figures rolling around on the ground, fighting. Through all the dust, he could barely make out that one of them was McMillan and the other was a German officer, possibly a captain. He saw the sergeant throw a punch at the German, then the German replied with his rifle.
"Enough" he bellowed, "You there, get up an put your hands in the air" he ordered the German. He fired a shot into the dust beside his foot, "I said enough". He made sure not to get too close, so that the officer didn't attack him.