Wing and Sword: Chat et Souris (Prologue)

[Barak]

Normand has an inkling that there won't be much more retreating possible. They have pretty much reached the last good defensive position, and with the fells fanning out like that...

Well, not much sense holding anythng back now... Extra bullets won't help me if I'd dead.

And so, raising himself up slightly, he unloads his weapon in the general direction of the nearest enemies..


OOC:
Suppressing fire on D4.. Not 100% sure on range, will roll it as -4, adjust as necessary
to-hit:5
Well there goes 5 bullets...

 

[знаток]

Vidal fell into firing aside Duval like a child following the example of his father. With the pressure becoming greater after their short-lived display of promise, he was suddenly subconsciously searching for a root of stability in the impending chaos.

Attack: 11

 

[Bobitron]

Marcel Fortier

Turning his head briefly in his direction, Normand is grinning, but his face is deathly pale.

"Ya looked out theyre layteley, mon? White the nomber of fells outta theyre, I'd say we all be in preytty bad shape!"

Unlike previously, his words are fairly dripping with a thick Marseilles' accent, and his eyes are pretty wide, surprisingly not with fear but something resembling more... Excitement?

Marcels eyes narrow as he approaches his fellow Frenchman, confused at his sudden lapse into the thick accent of his home. When he sees the sheer volume of blood, though, his expression quickly changes.

"Normand! Stop firing and get on the ground. I need you to stay still!"

Marcel squeezes off one more shot at the fells, then reloads his rifle as Normand fires. Once the rifle is loaded, he sets it aside on the ground and takes out the much-depleted medical kit. We will have to make do... Lifting the bleeding man's shirt to see the wound, Marcel grimaces with concern and starts doing what he can to stop the bleeding and get Normand fit to move.

OOC: If I understand correctly, Marcel will fire in the same round as Normand, then use his move action to reload. Attack roll: 8 Treat Injury: 13 We will try again next round...

 

[The Shaman]

Pyotr settles in among the rocks, his eyes hunting for the machine gun among the fellaghas scrambling along the streambed. He spots the gunner with the MG-34 in his hands, advancing among his comrades, followed closely by the loader.

Another section of fells leaves the cover of the gully, dashing across the desert to the rocks where the legionnaires once hid. Normand sees them rushing across the sand and sprays lead, emptying his magazine – Marcel also lets off a shot, but the insurgents are undeterred as they take up a position in the cover provided by the exposed limestone. Sgt. Neumann grabs the hesitating Gonzalez by the back of his smock and gestures at the fellaghas – “Shoot, you swine!” the German roars.

Lavareaux and Berg continue to fire at the fellaghas in the gully as they advance closer and closer to the legionnaires' position. The fells fire is sporadic now as they concentrate on closing the distance to the outnumbered paratroopers.

Vidal and Duval let fly at the fellaghas charging across the desert as they storm toward the gully. Vidal’s shot misses but the MAT-49 in the jumpmaster’s hands finds a target, dropping an insurgent to the sand as they press forward. As Vidal works the bolt of the MAS-36, he is startled by a loud blast, followed by screams – a grenade explodes among the fellaghas as they surge into the streambed. At that moment Vidal catches sight of Willi Dinter, hiding among the bushes, readying another grenade as the surprised fells falter. End of round 24

At the beginning of round 25, the fells in F4 are 220’ from Normand and Marcel. The machine gunner is among the fells in D4 – the range is 330’ from Pyotr and these fells did not fall prone at the end of their move, eschewing the cover provided by the gully. The fells in D7 are 120’ from Vidal – they also did not fall prone.

 

[Bobitron]

Marcel lets out a short whoop as he hears Dinter's grenade go off.

"Oui! Show them how it is done, Willi!"

 

[Barak]

Normand looks at Marcel, and smiles.

"Well, hurry up, Marcel. I need to reload!"


OOC
Will let Marcel look at me or whatever. And if I have time, will reload.

 

[shadowbloodmoon]

Pyotr decides not to take any more chances. That machine gun spells death for him and his comrades if it gets set up again. Being careful not to give away his new position, Pyotr sights in the advancing gunner. For a moment, the din of his companions gunfire and that of the fells disappeared while his vision narrowed on the one with the big gun. "You are mine, tovarisch," Pyotr whispered.

Starting Dead Aim on the machine gunner.

 

[The Shaman]

Marcel tears the side of Normand’s jump smock to access the wound. What he sees doesn’t look good – a hole bubbling with frothy blood.

Marcel attempts to place an occlusive dressing over the wound, but Normand’s squirming as he reloads his rifle, and the sudden blast of Dinter’s grenade, distract the medic.

 

[The Shaman]

Pyotr follows the ALN gunner as he jogs up the gully, then drops to the ground again. As the Russian fixes his target through the iron sights of the MAS-49/56, the MG-34 clatters, spouting its deadly fire at the legionnaires. The bullets spatter the rocks around Lavareaux and Berg as they fire on the advancing fellaghas in the streambed.

At the south end of the hill, Neumann and Gonzalez shoot at the fells among the rocks to the west – the insurgents return fire, the bullets snapping over the heads of the four legionnaires or exploding in showers of sand and dust as Normand reloads and Marcel attempts to close the wound in the big Frenchman’s side. The German sergeant glances across the small hill and shouts over the din, “Mador, move north! North!”

Beyond the north end of the hill, Vidal and Duval pour fire on the fellaghas advancing along the gully. The insurgents are scant yards from Dinter as he readies another grenade. Vidal fires but the shot goes wide of the mark – Duval has no such trouble as two quick bursts from his submachine gun drop one of the fells in his tracks and send another diving for cover. Vidal: ranged attack 2. Before the surprised fellaghas can recover, Dinter’s second grenade lands in their midst. Again there is an explosion followed by cries of pain. Three of the surviving fells scatter, but two remain, one cringing on the ground, another coolly whipping his machine pistol around in the direction of the German legionnaire. The MP-40 rattles, the rounds narrowly missing Dinter as he reaches for his rifle, his grenades expended.

Faintly through the gunfire and the explosions as he quickly reloads his rifle with his last magazine, Vidal hears a voice on the radio. “Hourglass, this is Tango 81 approaching from your northwest, how do you read?” End of round 25

At the beginning of round 26, the fells in F4 are 220’ from Normand and Marcel. The machine gunner is among the fells in D4 – the range decreases to 300’ from Pyotr but the fells have a cover advantage again as they fall prone at the end of their move. The fell with the MP-40 in D7, closest to Dinter, is 120’ from Vidal – he also did not fall prone. There is one fell lying prone behind a bush, and three running away – all are marked with the letter F.

 

[Bobitron]

Marcel places a hand on Normand's shoulder, holding him firmly in place.

"Normand, je jure, if you move this time I will shove my foot in that wound!" he says in frustration. Taking another look at the damage, he once again tries to stop the bleeding and get Normand ready to fight.

ooc: Treat Injury check 17, healing 3 hp damage.