A Night Out [open]

[Naga Warasaki]

2247 HOURS (10:47 PM)
2.5 miles off the German encampment

Blargh…

Naga roughly wiped his mouth over his dirtied sleeves and swung his idle arm wildly, only to miss the tree by inches. “Bah,” he cursed the ground, “What in the world am I doing here? I should be home…in Japan.”

Silent tears escaped his eyes—angry at how weak his temperance was to a child’s desire of going home. A soldier has no feeling. A soldier has no future. Simply exists to serve his country. That’s what he was taught, and now the teachings meant nothing to him.

Slumping forward, his fingers moved themselves accordingly around a half-empty bottle, and he permitted their magic to work on him. If only this enchantment last…

Snap. His ears perked up to the sound of a drawing creature.

“Go away!” his voice dry, too fatigued to continue this conversation in the German tongue, “Did you ever consider I want to be alone?”

But the footsteps did not retreat. Instinct raised his suspicion

“Did you not hear me?” Naga wavered slightly, “Please leave me alone!”

Again the noise was insistent in moving forward. Rather than taking any chance, a friend or a foe, the soldier dived down to snatch his Mauser Karbine off the ground but the Roggenbier bottle fumbled out of his hand as he did so.

“Dam it. Now you make me spill my drink…But no matter,” he smirked as he picked the glass up, “Maybe you want tO DRINK SOME TOO.”

The bottle shattered against the tree supposedly scaring wild animals away; however, a glimpse of the reflecting glass proved it to be human.

Frightened or excited, the young man couldn’t describe himself of the sudden chill that ran up his spine as he saw the dark figure. He decided to take on excitement instead of the former.

“Explain yourself,” Naga shouted clearly first in German then English, “I have aimed my gun at your position. I suggest you to be wise and reveal yourself.”

OOC: Fight or no fight…just surprise me. ^^

[♔ Liam J. Brentwood]

OOC: Hello! I’ve left out my NPC units, just to make it fair. Aren’t I a lovely chap?

Lieutenant Brentwood quietly made his way through the darkened foliage, bathed in a milky array of light by the moon lit by the stars above. The Polish sky was truly beautiful at night. Himself and many comrades could never escape the fact that the French, had caused more problems in this war than anyone else -- they had no courage, spirit or valour for war, but more tip-toeing around it or running for the hills whenever someone pointed fear at them. Dunkirk was their failure, not the British, which now placed Liam Brentwood where he was this very night… In Poland… Doing a small Recon on a local inhabited town by the Germans. The Polish had more fighting spirit than the whole of France doubled, if only the Allied had paid them more respect.

He’d already made numerous notes on a small pad in his back pocket and mentally pin-pointed weak spots that could be infiltrated in the days to come. The town didn’t seem to be using all the roads either, not even for trade-routes, so they seemed susceptible to an easy Armour tank into the pit of their stomachs if the roads weren’t patrolled soon enough, which was all the more brilliant for the Allied Assault.

The Lieutenant wasn’t even done doing his Recon from afar, when a voice, movement, caught his attention nearby!? Hesitantly for a moment, the Lieutenant grappled onto his Lee-Enfield Rifle and pointed in three different directions, not really knowing which way the noise was coming from - that was until a German speaking tongue shouted into his general direction, before being harassed by a hurled glass that shattered by a tree near his position, causing the Lieutenant to buckle his legs in and take appropriate aim on the silhouetted figure in the short distance. He’d never noticed the person there until now, perhaps Liam was just purely too focused on the job-at-hand, knowing enemy patrols wouldn’t be this far out. Ironically, they wasn’t, as Liam noted the male was alone with a glass of substance.

Hearing the treaty for surrender, in both languages, Liam shuffled his body closer to the tree within the foliage, lingering his gun from out of the leaves slowly - he always kept his gun loaded, so he remained silent even further, by not clunking the bolt on the side in loading a new shell. “I suggest you drop your weapon, WE have you surrounded” The Lieutenant calmly said aloud, before more throatily shouting “DROP IT, NOW!” as he furthered his shocking threat on the presumably, Nazi, by taking an inaccurate shot towards the soldier in the small distance, knowing the bullet would’ve plummeted the ground near him.

Hastily reloading his rifle, with a quick twist and clunk back and forth, he knew the Nazi would’ve heard him reloading for another shot perhaps? “I’ll give you one more warning Jerry!” the Lieutenant hollered out, narrowing his sight down the rifle more accurately this time towards the figurine before him, awaiting a response.

[Naga Warasaki]

Seconds brushed by in silence as the young soldier adapted a calm, indefinite composure of a hunter awaiting its prey. A whispering aria breathed through his ears only to be disturbed a moment later by a commanding voice and a crisp whir that followed.

Knowing instinctively of the dangers he positioned himself in, Naga shifted his weight slightly turning his back against the dense tree trunk unnerved of the bullet that had lately grazed the ground. *He is now behind a tree.*

“You miss,” he declared bluntly in English. “Just as your troops did in the battle of Dunkirk.”

At the release of his remark, his fingers tightened their grip over the Mauser Karbine smiling as he did so despite the threat of the armed-and-ready British.

“You are mistaken my classmate of war. If you fight me here you will never be able to fight again. Retire. That is advisable.”

“I will reason with you as you probably have no understanding. One. Instead of using your chance to execute me, you decided to spare my life. You told me that I’m surrounded and asked for my surrender. Then you shot me and again asked for my surrender. This in itself confirms me of your position and that you are alone.”

“How did I jump to this conclusion you may now ask? Unlike voices where the sounds disperse through air, bullets whiz through in a straight direction. That’s how I confirm your location. As for my second theory, you being alone, here is my justification. A leader will always give the order whether he orders his men to get ready or orders his enemies to surrender, but he as an Ally soldier will never give his position away to an Axis soldier. He knows how important his role is for his men, so after demanding a surrender from his opposition, instead of shooting the enemy a leader will order his subordinate to do it for him. But you order my surrender, then shoot, and again order my surrender furthering my guess that you are alone.”

“As for my surrender, I will never give you one. I do not know your reason for being here, too close to the Axis territory but a gunfire just as you did a moment ago can be heard clearly within 1.5 miles radius. You are aware that the German encampment is approximately 2.5 miles away from here but you also know that a patrol unit can go as far as a mile, making the recent gun shot audible to my comrades. The more we fight the more likely you are captured. So retire. This is my advice.”

During his interchange in English, Naga silently abided his time aiming his artillery steadily at the alcoholic liquid spilled earlier near to where his enemy now situated. I bluff. I do not know where you are since my back was turned when you gave the shot…but after this I definitely will.

Bang!

A bullet escaped the Mauser Karbine scraping the spilled alcohol barely but just enough to ignite a massive fire and maybe…just maybe…frightened the British soldier out of his hiding.

Let’s see if you can get out of this one my friend…

[♔ Liam J. Brentwood]

OOC: Just a quick note! The conditions to this RP are Winter based right? -- If you look on the main sub-board description, Poland is a winter based terrain, so I just thought I’d fill you in incase you didn’t realise.

And!!!

-- Admin Terms --
After your corresponding post, I’ll be marking after every post (such as the consequences that happen from our actions), because this is purely a 1 vs. 1 thread, meaning every action is valuable to the outcome of the thread. So this is a fair warning, make sure you take appropriate evasive action after ever post you make. =]

Platoon/Squad battles are only marked after every couple of posts, mainly because most of it is unnecessary bouts of cover-fire. Sorry about the length of this post, just thought it was best to tell you here, rather than PM.

IC:
Liam’s feet began to ache a little from his prone position against the rugged old oak tree, that may’ve perhaps seen worse times in this world than most people combined; which in a strange way, reassured the Lieutenant of having a nearby friendly at his hip, even if he was alone and feeling it somewhat, he couldn’t help but think he was brought into this world alone and may just be taken out of it alone - this was war after all and by judgement of his arising situation, the presumably young recruit began to talk more than words could describe? “Ah, he’s a Nazi alright…” the Lieutenant thought to himself somewhat bluntly, knowing fully well just how much the Nazis bantered.

Remaining quiet and merely listening the whole while the renounced Nazi spoke and talked, Liam’s nimble fingers coiled around the wooden hand-grips to his Lee-Enfield rifle, ever so slowly inching his accuracy towards the forever speaking voice, that obviously was adamant on fighting his corner to the death. The Lieutenant was obnoxiously stubborn at times and this wasn’t one of the fancy occasions he felt like talking. More so, the comment made by the Nazi caused Liam to cringe with temper, almost wanting to spring out and puncture the Nazi with holes - but he knew very well the Nazis’ mind game, he was trying to lure him out.

More so, the Lieutenant didn’t even get a breath in surrendering if he so wished, as a sudden gunshot rung-out nearby himself, hitting the dormant liquid coated by the cold night’s air - which somehow, ignited into flames? By his prediction, on a cold winter’s night, that wouldn’t even have occurred? More so, Liam found it abnormal for the absorbed liquid into the full-hardy Earth would’ve even erupted into flames!? But brushing his predictions and thoughts aside, the Lieutenant kept his aim accurate from the prior talk the Nazi made, giving him a good idea to where the devil laid.

Crack!

The Lieutenant rung-out his first shot, feeling the nice warmth of the flickering flames nearby, ironically welcoming the warmth of the fire. Clunking and twisting the bolt on the side of the rifle, the Englishman took appropriate aim again and made another Crack! with his Lee-Enfield Rifle, taking no pleasure nor’ time in responding to the Nazi, practically finding it abnormal to even waste breath now the enemy was adamant on killing him.

Priding off his knees and low posture, the Lieutenant quickly shuffled and made his way through the foliage to the Nazi’s Left-Flank, away from the fire erupting, knowing the prior two shots would’ve made him take appropriate cover, giving Liam that brief time in moving position, as he done so quickly, falling to his stomach behind an array of shrubbery in the forest, planting the rifle butt against his shoulder to take aim once again…

[Naga Warasaki]

The shot rang clear to the unexpected Axis soldier. What is he? Naga thought as he warily veered over his shoulder. If mind games don’t work on him, there’s got to be another way. I must find it…and fast.

But he mistook the enemy’s deft movement, for in the second he gave the Kar a quick jerk, a loud crack sliced through the silent field giving him no chance to avoid the incoming projectile.

Urgh!

Sheer pain pulsated in rage, smearing blood on his dirtied shirt where the lead had nicked a flesh of his abdomen, yet his eyes maintained a steady gaze—cold, almost uncaring—as if he knew that a slight surrender to the agony would sweep away any sense of his judgment. Now with his breath ragged the young soldier teased a smile on his lips. Ready to fight. To fight against the cruel joke fate had played him.

Ramming his firearm over his wound, Naga dashed deeper into the Axis line and laid low a moment later within the shadow of an undergrowth. He has lost sight of his enemy during the run, and as luck would have it, he carried no additional ammunition besides the four bullets left in the Mauser Karbine. The young soldier knew he had to play his cards smart if he wished to stay longer in this world.

That’s when an idea struck him. Facing the ground before him, Naga snatched a stone off the dirt turning it over slowly with his palm. The longer he stared at the pebble, the more convinced he became over the strange idea. After all, what chance did he have left?

One by one Naga hurled the stones maneuvering them swiftly in several arrays. He trusted on human psychology for the British to mistake them as real bullets during a situation like this. Then if anything stirred, he would take aim and end this bout…or so he hoped.

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post[/u]

Allied Effect:[/b]
- Lieutenant Brentwood; successfully evaded the coiling flames of a short breathed fire, as the alcohol and licking flames soon began to dwindle to something minor due’ to the Winter’s cold breeze.

Axis Effect:[/b]
(You personally moded a wound of your own -- just to clarify. =P)
- Naga Warasaki; slightly wounded from a flesh wound, it hasn’t deterred your determination & spirit.
- Throwing the pebbles and stones, has also successfully intimidated Lieutenant Brentwood, rather than them being seen as gunshots, the thrown stones have acted as intimidating footsteps around Liam’s position, perhaps leading him to suspect there is either more enemies or Naga Waraski is flanking on his position.

~Danny

[♔ Liam J. Brentwood]

Lieutenant Brentwood ever so quietly muttered to himself as he laid dormant in the brush of shrubbery, contemplating his chances in defeating a single unit, that happened to be close to his barracks and further more, on terrain the enemy soldier most likely knew a little better than he did. Either way, however Liam observed the situation, he couldn’t help but feel the cunning persona in that he still firmly held the upper-hand in this arising bout of wits, that was until clumps of dirt spattered across his skin, followed by the noise of something breaking or hitting the Earth heavily?

Taking a moist lick to his lips, Liam glanced around himself, hearing yet another clump of dirt mound from out of the Earth around him. “Shit…” he quietly mumbled between gritting his teeth, looking around abruptly, slowly withdrawing his weapon from it’s stern aim forwards, to start lingering it into different directions, not really knowing if the enemy soldier was trying to sneak up on him or whether there was more than the one Nazi…

Contemplating on his decisions to make, the Lieutenant slowly raised to his knees, looking over the foliage he was concealed behind, hoping to spot some sort of figurine or movements in the brush of woodland around himself, until a startling noise thumped beside him, causing the Lieutenant to spin on his knees, firing a round into the general direction of the noise, hearing the bullet clunk into the wood of a tree, causing shards of splinters to disperse amongst the cold air, before realising he missed and further more, the muzzle flash to his firing would’ve alerted of his position.

“Ah… Heck!” he thought to himself really quickly, knowing he was becoming too paranoid, let alone he’d have too move fast to avoid being hit by any firing into his general direction, as Lieutenant Brentwood jumped to his feet, taking little care in concealing himself this time, as he knew he’d already given his position away -- before irrationally and swiftly running between the trees, not just because he wanted to lose the enemy, but also lure out any ‘tracer shots’ to where the enemy actually was himself!?

[monty]

Gero patrolled the very outskirts of their camp, ideally pulling at a thin, bitter cigarette. This action proved how secure they all believed their camp to be, thinking that the storm unit had dismissed any persons who wished to do Germany's victory harm. Poland was theirs, at last! France, who was so soon to follow, put almost no resistance, rolling over basically to expose their soft, yellow, underbellies. Gero sneered in the darkness, silver smoke escaping from around his teeth. The Nazi looked like a demon. Gero rounded his shoulders, giving a heavy shudder in the chilliness of the forsaken Polish climate. The man turned around, his eyes half lidded, and thought about returning back to camp. He would not be missed in these woods, and nobody would notice if he came back a few hours earlier then expected. The only form of resistance any of them had received in weeks was the biting wind that whipped and pulled at them, the unwanted parasites.

Just as he was making this decision, gunshots rang out not far from where he was positioned. Gero instantly crouched down, clutching his rifle and grasping for the proper hand hold. He gritted his teeth, moving towards the sound of the shots. A long mumbling came from up a head, words he didn't comprehend, distance and language combined. Who was talking, and why? Was it just a misfire?
Nope. The talking ended, and was followed up by a brief shooting. Gero froze through all off this, creeping forward in betewwn shots. By the sound of it, so far there were only two of them, and Gero wondered where back up was.

Probably all at camp. Huh. Lazy traitors.

He saw movement up a head, but could not make out a uniform. Thinking he was probably just as unknown in the gloom, he put his back to a tree and called over his shoulder to whoever might be there.
"Comrade?"

[ooc]
So...yeah? Change the odds a bit?

[Naga Warasaki]

There. Naga locked his eye on the moving target. His breath became heavy as tension build up slowly on the trigger, rendering the seconds passed caught in the rift of time. He had to be sure he hit the mark, and the adrenaline rush pumped through his heart did not ease the thought. With trepidation laced firmly against his chest, the young soldier released the notch.

Bang!

Smoke escaped where the bullet once was clouding his sight on the enemy. He saw the figure disappeared behind a tree, but he doubt himself whether his mark wounded the British or caught him by surprise. A breeze moaned under the moonlit sky framing the setting true to what he felt. Dam it. If only I have back-up to assure me…

The uncertainty of it all nearly drove him to a rash behavior of rushing to the Allied soldier, but the wince of his wound brought him back to his senses of how imprudent that would be. Impatience, however, still gripped the better half of him—he needed to know if the enemy was hit.

Easing on all four, Naga crawled on the lightly trampled grass fairly silently even he doubted he shifted position. The only worry he had was the movement of the weeds, but then again night had its way of masking secrets. He stayed low for sometime until a whisper alerted his attention and brought him to a pause.

Did he mistake his ears? Is that a voice? A human voice? Or is it his paranoia?

All this time Naga thought the British as a deserter. Why else would he go so far behind the enemy’s line? Now, he was not sure if that’s true if there were two Allied soldiers instead of one. Gripping on the Kar, the Japanese soldier knew if he was to be spotted, he could dart to the nearest tree and safe himself.

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:[/b]

Allied Effect:[/b]
- Lieutenant Brentwood:
* Liam successfully made his through the brush in the woodlands, drawing enemy fire - acknowledging him ‘roughly’ to the enemy position/s.

* Although Lieutenant Brentwood dodged between trees within the midst of the night, a fairly accurate shot from the Axis Soldier did indeed hit the Lieutenant’s left torso, only inflicting a minor flesh wound (scrape), but painful to say the least.

Axis Effect:[/b]
- Private Naga Warasaki:
* Naga successfully hit the British soldier with his precise and accurate single shot, wounding the enemy a little.

* Although Private Warasaki has taken further measures to conceal himself (within the brush of grass), he still remains open to an assault, as the shot has given enough evidence to his whereabouts in the woodlands.

- Private Gero Ansgar:
* Still remains anonymous to the Enemy soldier (British soldier).

[♔ Liam J. Brentwood]

“Urggh!”[/b] was all that left the Lieutenant’s lips, as Liam Brentwood spun from off his feet, twisting his body from the impact scraping past his torso to fall to the ground heavily with a thump. Although the Lieutenant fell pretty hard from the minor wound of the bullet cutting past his flesh and uniform, he couldn’t help but keep a healthy tight grip on his rifle, perhaps from the pain? But either way, his beloved rifle remained close, as he winced out the pain by gritting his teeth, turning onto his stomach on the ground, giving himself a moment to adjust to the searing pain throughout his body.

Liam had to keep level minded, he couldn’t let the aggression get the better of him, he knew the Nazi wanted the Lieutenant to be drawn out of the shadowed woodlands for a better shot and perhaps his aggression would cause him to make that fatal mistake? But brushing his personal thoughts aside, the Lieutenant dragged himself to his knees, crawling behind a nearby tree for better refuge, grunting beneath his breath a little from the pain.

The bullet had zipped past the right side of his chest, calibrating a healthy long cut within it’s wake. The fabric to his uniform was slightly flustered out from the rip, thankfully, but the fabric also began to accumulate the blood seeping from the wound, turning the once fine uniform into a patch of crimson blotchy red. “Bloody Nazi… I’ll kill that Kraut” the British Lieutenant said to himself somewhat grumbled, having a rough idea to where the muzzle flash of his rifle had emitted from, knowing just where to roughly take some pot shots.

As Liam turned his body to face from out behind the tree, he gritted his teeth tightly to raise the rifle-butt against the plain of his chest and shoulder, taking aim off down the barrel towards the distant slow movement he dictated as the Nazi figure.

CRACK!

Liam made his first shot, before clucking and twisting the thick cold chambered bolt to reload a new shell.

CRACK!

He made another round zip through the air, before reloading one last time, knowing he was being risky taking too much time to sit in one position, firing on the enemy position, but gambled his luck and made a third and final shot.

CRACK!

Before hastily withdrawing his weapon and leaning his back against the tree.

[Naga Warasaki]

Crap. Naga muttered under his breath as he shirked to the right scarcely dodging the bullet. He could hear his heart hammering, deafening his senses to the wail of the whipping wind. With the Kar tucked under his chest, the private barely had time to make a shot when the second projectile sliced through the air and swerved past his left. All he could do now was to take cover, for Naga found himself exposed to the crossfire.

Nothing went through his mind as he lunged up and dipped low to the nearest tree. He nearly forgot his earlier suspicion of an intruder, but the thought came to him during his run when he saw a protruding silhouette out of a tree. Though disturbed by the suspicion, the soldier decided to overlook this detail and focused instead on the incoming gunshot. “Save my skin now and worry about it later” became a motto he stuck by. At least now he knew where the two of what he thought his enemies hid.

The best chance Naga had was to outrun the bullet if he found that possible. The private could hear the grass crunched under his weight as he dashed his way to safety. Time slugged to a stand-still where there’s only inches away. He felt anger rising out of his chest and a sudden urge to cast the Kar aside, for victory and defeat could be decided with only a second apart.

Thump.

I made it.

He slammed himself back against the tree smiling all the while at the idea of cheating death. The young soldier could not help but heaved heavily and slumped to the ground. With one hand curled around the Mauser Karbine and the other over his earlier injury, his face changed its outlook to a grimaced one when he felt his cloth soaked and fingers clammy to the touch. A re-open wound was his first deduction, yet Naga decided to disregard it and pulled himself up despite the bitter twinge.

I cannot stop here. He thought quietly as he watched the grass brushed to and fro from the breeze. I must bring down one of those bastard Allies before I died…starting with that one. Guess I have to say I miss my second shot on the other one, and hell that one gave a spunk of a fight. Damn. Now I only have three bullets left.

But Naga was trained well enough through his experience with a harsh father to not cry over spilled milk. Moving silently to the adjacent tree, he paced closer and closer to the lanky shadow and as hesitation became decision, the private tossed his rifle over the figure, grabbed the end with his free hand, and lodged it up to the neck of his supposed enemy and tugged hard to choke him. Little did he know the person he assaulted was a man of his own army, and maybe because of his inaccurate reasoning Naga exposed their location and possibly gave an opening to the real enemy, Lieutenant Liam J. Brentwood.

[monty]

Gero stayed where he was, hearing no return shout to let him know who was who. If his comrades were dead or alive. Or is they were just screwing around. Gero knew better then to think such thoughts, though. As boring and terrible as it was around here, the army were not a vagabond group of....let's compare them to the Polish. They were nothing alike.
It could have been a Jap, though. Rowdy curs.
Anyway-he didn't know the position of the gun-shots, but knew where he was. He patrolled these forests often, so was semi-confident in himself, hoping he knew more about his position then the enemy solders.

More shots rang out in heavy repetition, and any doubts that this was just foolery was shattered. Gahh....
Gero did not dare to poke his head out from behind the tree, though he was pretty sure the shots were directed away from him. He tried to peak towards where they were shooting for, but saw no movement. He wondered who was firing at who.

Then, a pair of strong hands gripped into his throat. Gero jumped, his gun crashing forward as his hands instinctively reached back at his strangler. He grabbed onto the man's wrists first, trying to claw at his skin and rip the hands free, but the enemy's uniform prevented him from doing any damage, and his grip was worse then iron. Instead, Gero bashed backwards with his fists, hitting at the mans face until his hands were slippery. Panic spiked into his chest, which burned with anger, fear, but mostly the lack of air. He closed his eyes, dizzy. Unable to scream. Unable to think. All he could do was swing awkwardly.

[♔ Liam J. Brentwood]

OOC: Doubt’ a Mod Post is needed at the moment, considering none of the Axis have returned Fire and now have one another’s throats in a hold. So I’ll post!


The Lieutenant continued to grit his teeth a little, as his back ruggedly slumped against the hard bark of the tree, digging into his back roughly, the cold night’s air typically not helping his current frame of mind either, more so when he’d just acquired a wound across his chest. His temper was fuelling because of it, practically because he was wounded within enemy lines, an entourage of fellow German Soldiers could take to the fight at a moment’s notice - Lieutenant Brentwood didn’t like those odds, he didn’t fancy sitting the rest of the war out just yet, it’d only started for him. Let alone die.

As Liam dared to slant his head out from behind the tree, he’d realised there was no correlation of retaliation fire. The Nazi had done well to hit him, with presumably a single shot as he ran, but now there was a death silence that brought forth’ ringing to his ears. Too quiet. Until an apparent scuffling and trampling of footsteps caught his attention, his eyes darting back and forth, before catching a glimpse of someone hurrying off towards a further wooded area, engulfed with trees.

Instinctively and naturally, the Lieutenant brought forth’ his arms and bucked the end of the rifle against his shoulder, aiming for a shot at the running figure, until -- “Argh!” he let out uncontrollably with frustration, as the figurine disappeared from his line of sight, unable to clench that thirst of a revenge shot onto his foe, but the aggression was starting to irritate the dear’ Lieutenant, as he daringly took pursuit, keeping a low posture within the foliage as he began to tread wisely into the general direction to where the figurine had gone.

A sudden irrational scuffle suddenly caught Liam’s ears, followed by a deep inhalation of breathing and thumping - did he have Allies in the brush with him!? Presumably in the danger from the Kraut that’d sprinted off!? Gasping a little, Liam’s body irrationally staggered out from behind the foliage he was concealed behind, not quite realising how close he was too the enemy until his eyes laid bare upon two males struggling - a rifle buckled up beneath one man’s throat, whilst the other hit backwards in a desperate plea to escape, eventually managing to do so, gagging for breath afterwards -- but then the true twist hit Liam, they were both Krauts…

“Dear god” he muttered somewhat aloud, rather than in his mind, inconspicuously stunned by what he just witnessed, the two Nazis fighting, before he suddenly sprung his arms up, darting his rifle between each close Target before him - himself only being a matter of meters away from the pair of Krauts. “DROP EM’!” He suddenly shouted, wavering his rifle up and down a little, giving the initial order to drop their weapons, or he’d fire, a soft wince taking to his features, as he felt the butt-end of his rifle rub against his wound.

[Naga Warasaki]

What the hell? He thought once after a fist swung into his face insecure him a little of his grip. Naga staggered backwards, dizzy in thought, as the weight of the man he held hostage slammed him right to a tree and awakened his senses of the truth. He did not capture a British…hell no…he had assaulted his own comrade.

The private was not the only one who caught his mistake, for the English too figured it out catching them off-guard when he jumped right in front of them and barked orders to drop their weapons. Naga did not wish to comply, but what choice did he have left. Slowly he eyed his enemy placing one hand in the air while the other lowered the Kar without any haste closer to the ground. His fingers coiled around the trigger, and a constant debate occurred all the while in his head whether he should release it when the angle was in the exact position to the enemy’s heart.

It was just right, there and then: the aim of the rifle pointing towards the Allied soldier while he was letting the gun down. Would he do it? Did he do it? His hand shook from the insecurity.

A loud bang echoed in his ears.

There were now two shells remaining in the Kar.