After a long day...[Wilhelm/another]

[deutschlandschutze]

"Scheiße" muttered Dietrich as the door swung open. Another man exited through it, a large butcher knife glinting in the light. Dietrich was tired already and did not feel like fighting another man if he was going to be as tough as the last. Not to mention the fact that he was ready with a giant knife. Without knowing it, Wil's grip tightened around the handle of his own knife.

The man walked a few paces down the alley until he saw the prisoner. His eyes flared in anger. His pace quickened as he sped down the alley. This is it, thought Wil. The man swung his knife angrily, aimed at Dietrich's neck. Reacing his left hand out, Wil caught the man's wrist and stopped the blow. At the same time he struck at his opponent's stomach. Before his blade was half of the way there, a fist struck his gut. He staggered back, the air leaving his lungs. An uppercut followed heading for his chin. On its way up it clipped his left arm and slowed down, causing it to lose most of its impact. Even so it was enough to jar Wil's senses.

Eyes still shut, Dietrich flailed out with his knife, making contact. Opening his eys again, he saw a red line forming on the man's right thigh. Another swing from the man made Wil jump back to avoid the blow. He was quickly losing ground in this fight, and that was never good.

[∬: Felix Odegaard]

The other man's nostrils flared as he swung the huge knife for Wil's neck. Wil blocked it, but the other man was quick on his feet. Hitting Wil several times and backing him up, the man thougt he was in for an easy victory. But Felix would not let that happen.

"Ich hoffe, Sie werden mir nicht entgehen" Felix spoke to the bartender with a sneer as he adjusted the grip on his hunting knife. The other bartender was beating at Wil, and Felix walked up behind him, brandishing his knife. Quickly jabbing at the thick muscle of the right arm, Felix flung the knife out and felt connection. The man screamed out and dropped the huge butcher knife, which clanked loudly on the paved ground. Felix swung his leg out, catching the mans leg and sending the monster of a man falling to the ground. Felix smiled, and looked at Wil. "Eine weitere Festlegung."


TRANSLATIONS

I hope you won't miss me.

Another one down.

[deutschlandschutze]

Dietrich gasped in air; it filled his lungs quickly, relieving him. He huffed out looking around dizzily. The attacker lay on the ground, unconscious. It was far too close a call for him to be anything but a little traumatized. He glanced at Felix in a new way. One of respect and knowing. The men now shared a common bond that no other two did.

Voices drifted down the dark alley. What now? Dark shadows approached, walking at a quick pace. Dietrich readied himself again, preparing for what would be the last moments of his short life. He could never outrun them as tired as he was and trying to fight them would accomplish just as much. Never the less, he was an SS man and he would meet death with eyes forward and boots on.

Crouching low in the shadows, his grip fastened upon the wooden handle of his knife. As the figures approached light glimmered off one of them. He was wearing gray steel helmet. Dietrich gulped a down a sigh of relief. There were two military policemen and two Heer soldiers. It looked like the night would finally be over.

Felix and Dietrich turned the prisoners over to the military police. The first would most likely die of his wounds. The second had a stab wound to the arm, but besides that was perfectly fine. He would give up all the information they needed with the proper amount of persuasion that is. Wil gave Felix a weary grin and wrapped his arm around his new friend's shoulder. "Lassen Sie uns gehen sehen, was aus unserem anderen Freund geworden ist, stimmt dass?"

TRANSLATIONS:

Lassen Sie uns gehen sehen, was aus unserem anderen Freund geworden ist, stimmt dass?

Let's go see what's happened to our friend, shall we?

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:

Some great posts here guys, nice to see a thread make two pages for once, a lot of them die out towards the end of the first page. Remember, the longer you keep a thread going, the more chance you'll earn yourself more CP. Some great lengthy posts too.

Wilhelm: 14CP
~ Lengthy and detailed posts, more or less consistant throughout in length.

Odegaard: 11CP
~ Detailed posts, although length did fall borderline of the "15 Sentence" rule at certain points.

~Danny