Wing and Sword: Chat et Souris (Prologue)

[Bobitron]

Lavareaux listens to Marcel’s prognosis, limping slightly as the legionnaires retreat. “We’re not stopping until we get to those rocks. Martinez will have to hold on until then, as will we all.” The pain and the determination are clearly evident in the senior corporal’s voice.

Marcel nods grimly at Lavareaux's comment, keeping pace with the group. Quickly, quickly, quickly... he chants in his head, trying to get into a rythym that gives a good speed without risking hurting the corporal or Martinez any more.

 

[shadowbloodmoon]

Pyotr didn't want to tell the man that he had hunted Germans, but it was almost evident in his voice that Neumann already knew. Brushing the thought away, Pyotr nodded.

"I helped defend my homeland. That's all." Quickly going to the next question, Pyotr replied. "If their officers don't dress the same as the rest of these fells, I'm sure I could pick him out. That or get me someone to point him out. I'll take care of the rest." As if to emphasize that statement, he patted his freshly reloaded rifle.

 

[знаток]

Vidal listens to the words exchanged among his comrades, feeling reassured by their apparent cool-headedness and focus. Still amazed that they managed to avoid slaughter, he nervously scans the oued over his shoulder for any new activity as they hurriedly retreat to safer ground. It ain't over 'til it's over, he thinks. He wipes the sweat from his brow and glances to the sky, hoping to catch a glimpse of the aircraft in the distance.

“Any word on those aircraft, Gaspard?”

"Oui, sergent-chef, the spotter says ETA is about three minutes."

 

[The Shaman]

Neumann rolls his eyes. “These verdammt viets wear ten different uniforms.” He thinks for a moment. “Look for one that’s giving orders, maybe? I don't…” The sergent trails off, then says, “They’re coming again.”

Duval is about to reply to Vidal when Lavareaux says dourly, “Here they come!”

From their respective positions, the legionnaires see a wave of fellaghas break over the top of the oued, quickly followed by another, and begin moving along the gully. No longer a blind rush, the fells are moving carefully, running, ducking, leap-frogging toward the legionnaires.

This marks the start of the 15th round. Roll for new initiative counts.

 

[Bobitron]

Marcel swears softly under his breath when the enemy crests the hill. We can't take this attention much longer...

OOC: Initiative is a 9.

 

[shadowbloodmoon]

Pyotr nods in understanding. He was going to say something more, but the fells interrupted him. Dropping behind the rocks once again, he takes aim, trying to pick out the right one.

Initiative: 22

You know, that roll could have waited until Pyotr found the officer....

 

[Barak]

Normand had barely finished reloading when the call came that the fells were attacking once more.

This is a bad omen. Maybe I shouldn't have reloaded after all..

Not having moved since they had retreated, all that he has left to do is try to find a target..


OOC:
Init check:18

Hmm. I would have prefered that roll on an attack as well!

 

[знаток]

Vidal watches the men regroup, his eyes returning over and over to the blood on Martinez's uniform. He's reminded of all of the blood he saw at the hands of the Germans on Jersey Island, and he thinks of his sister, Alazne, and the expression on her face when she's told of his death on the edge of an unnamed oued in Algeria.

"Here they come!"

Lavareaux's cry jolts him from his dangerously deepening daze like an electric shock, his muscles all snapping taught at once and the temperature of the blood in his head rising suddenly, forcing fresh sweat out of his pores.

Initiative: 17

 

[The Shaman]

Initiative order (beginning round 15)
Pyotr 22
Normand 18
Legion NCOs (Sgt. Neumann, Cpl. Lavareaux) 18
Vidal 17
Sgt. Duval 14
Marcel 9
Legion voltigeurs (Dinter, Berg, Gonzalez) 2
Fellaghas 1

Range for all of the legionnaires to the fells is 300’ (-6 to hit, -4 to hit for Pyotr).

 

[shadowbloodmoon]

Pyotr immediately fell prone behind the rocks, while leaving a space to poke the muzzle of his rifle through. Watching the fells crest the ridge, he tried to see if he could find one that stood out from the rest. The one giving orders.


Hide check: 14
Spot check: 21

I presume that's what you'll need...