Wing and Sword: Chat et Souris (Prologue)

[The Shaman]

Marcel’s grenade also falls short of the ALN squad bearing down on the legionnaires, but together the high-explosive blasts and the withering crossfire from the paras in the gully and in the rocks to the south take a toll.

Timekeeping: start 10th round

As Duval’s and Lavareaux’s submachine guns roar, the advancing fellaghas waver, then turn and retreat in full flight toward the oued. One of the insurgents lies writhing on the ground where a .32 round from Neumann’s Mauser punched him in the lower abdomen – four others do not move at all, joining nearly a dozen of their comrades scattered across the sand and among the shrubs in the gully. A couple of desultory rifle shots from the fells nearest the oued pass harmlessly over the legionnaires’ heads as they struggle toward the assembly area, the rocky outcrop that seems so far away.

As the firing dies away the drone of the Piper observation plane can be heard overhead as the pilot orbits the oued like a vulture studying a dying goat. As Vidal gathers himself to follow sergent Duval from his position among the rocks, the handset carried on his shoulder speaks. “Hourglass, this is Juliet 4, do you copy?”

Pyotr’s actons come before the fells retreat, so the range is still 170’ if he takes a shot this round.

 

[Barak]

Normand lets out a sigh of relief as the fells turn tail and go back into the oued.

About darn time.. And just as the plane is coming in, too.

Figuring there would be little point in trying to shoot a fell from the increasing distance, especially since they are due to be bombed, Normand simply sights his rifle on their previous road of egress, in case one decides to come back this way.


OOC:
Ready an action to fire if any fell turns back towards us. Since I sort of doubt that'll happen, I won't bother to roll for now.

 

[shadowbloodmoon]

Pyotr watched as some of the fells began to turn tail and head back to the other group. Deciding to fire one last shot, Pyotr simply took aim and pulled the trigger, more to discourage them from changing their minds than anything else. Then he looked to see how Gonzalez was doing.


Last shot, +2 dex, -2 range, = +0
To Hit: 12
Possible damage: 15

 

[The Shaman]

As the second grenade explodes, Pyotr's shot drops an advancing fellagha in his tracks, followed a heartbeat later by the clattering submachine guns, breaking the assault by the flanking insurgents.

As Pyotr looks to the Spanish legionnaire, Gonzalez looses another round toward the retreating fells. He catches Gonzalez's eye, who nods and says, "I got one, Pyotr."

I added in Pyotr's casualty to the earlier post.

 

[Bobitron]

Well, that didn't work as planned. Steeling himself, Marcel reaches for his second AP grenade and lobs it towards the retreating troops, trying to keep them too occupied keeping away from the shrapnel to fire at the legionnaires.

OOC: Throw grenade, rolling a 6. Seriously, I don't know why I bother attacking.

 

[знаток]

Vidal runs into the gully behind Sergeant Duval and starts heading west inside it. He fumbles nervously with the handset, pleased to some extent about the direction this encounter has begun to take. "Juliet 4, this is hourglass. Be advised that the fells have begun to retreat into the oued, and we are falling back with wounded."

 

[The Shaman]

Marcel’s second grenade explodes harmlessly short of the retreating insurgents as they withdraw to the edge of the oued to find whatever concealment they can. The fells fire dies away.

Lavareaux looks at Marcel as the group retreats. Despite the obvious pain registered on his face, the lanky non-com shakes his head and says, “You throw worse than my sister, Fortier.”

The caporal-chef continues, “Berg, can you make it to those rocks?” The wounded German legionnaire, carrying the disabled Martinez, replies through clenched teeth, “Ja, ich bin” – he pauses – “I’ll make it. No more jokes about taking it in the arse, though.”

On the other side of Martinez, Dinter laughs. “Marcel’s the one who’s got to bandage you – he’s the one I feel sorry for.”

Crouched among the rocks to the south, the legionnaires watch and wait. Sgt. Neumann reloads the Mauser and asks, “Anyone hit?”

Vidal races up the gully toward Duval as over the radio comes the pilot’s reply. “Hourglass, the fells are regrouping to the west of your position and reinforcements are moving in. ETA for air support is three to four minutes.”

 

[Bobitron]

Lavareaux looks at Marcel as the group retreats. Despite the obvious pain registered on his face, the lanky non-com shakes his head and says, “You throw worse than my sister, Fortier.”

"Yes, well, sorry about that, sir. I'm just glad that last one didn't bounce back at me!" he said with a grin. He reaches out and takes Martinez's pulse as he walks.

On the other side of Martinez, Dinter laughs. “Marcel’s the one who’s got to bandage you – he’s the one I feel sorry for.”

Marcel rolls his eyes at Dinter's comment. "Berg, I hope you keep clean down there. Last thing I need is the stink of your derriere on my hands for the next week."

 

[Barak]

“Anyone hit?”

Normand almost replies in the negative, but then as some of the adrenaline staves off, he's painfully reminded that he'd be lying.

"Aye sir, flesh wound to the leg, still operational."

I hope that sounded tough enough. Don't want a reputation as a weenie.

 

[shadowbloodmoon]

Pyotr first checks himself and then looks at Gonzalez, checking for any tell tale signs of wounding. Not seeing any, he decided to reload his rifle. Looks like you and me got this thing covered, eh love? I'm going to have to tell ol' Olga about you though, just to stay on the up and up.

"Hey Gonzalez, you still doing alright over there?"