Wing and Sword: Chat et Souris (Prologue)

[Bobitron]

Marcel grimaces when he sees the enemy troops come over the top of the oued. This is the last thing we need. Where are those jets? He keeps pace with the other men, concerned about Martinez during the move.

OOC: If the two soldiers carrying Martinez drop him and fire (which I can understand in these circumstances), Marcel will drop down next to Martinez, shielding his unconcious form. If they continue to move, he keeps pace, firing off at the crowded fells as possible, not expecting to hit anyone, but hopefully to get them looking for cover.

 

[Barak]

Blank

 

[shadowbloodmoon]

Pyotr

Pyotr waited until he saw the fells begin climbing over the edge of the oued. Deciding that it was better to keep their heads down at first, he sighted one of them in his vision and pulled the trigger.

Taking a quick shot at the first fell. Dex +2, Range -4

To Hit: 13

I'm not sure if that hit, but if it did: 15 damage

 

[The Shaman]

Pyotr’s shot is the first to ring out as the fellaghas surge over the lip of the wash, and the Russian sees his man crumple to the ground and lie still. Duval’s submachine gun clatters and two more fells collapse. Neumann’s Mauser barks and another of the rebels staggers as he advances, and Normand sees his man fall writing and clutching at the wound in his neck.

Around the retreating legionnaires in the gully comes a buzzing like angry bees as the insurgents return fire. Willi Berg yelps as a bullet strikes him in the butt as he labors with the stricken Martinez. “In the arse?!? Mein Gott!” he gasps in amazement as he and Dinter carry the wounded man up the gully. Behind Vidal Duval jerks as a round catches him somewhere on the torso, and Marcel sees Lavareau stagger slightly as a bullet creases his thigh.

“Keep moving!” the senior corporal orders through clenched teeth.

Sixth round actions from Vidal and Normand?

 

[знаток]

From a knee, Vidal fires at the closest fell, then glances at Sergeant Duval in time to see the bullet strike him. Suddenly he can feel the sweat on his skin again, reminding him of his vulnerability.

Attack: 13 (assuming range modifier is still -2)
Damage: 8

If Duval is moving, Vidal will move with him. If he stays in place, Vidal will join him behind the rocks again.

 

[The Shaman]

Timekeeping: start 7th round

“Fortier, MOVE!” yells Lavareaux as he heaves a grenade at the fellaghas swarming up the gully toward the legionnaires. The blast sends sand and shrapnel into the air, followed by a scream of pain. Duval fires two more bursts from his MAT-49 from his position among the rocks, tearing into the insurgents.

The remaining fellaghas in the gully drop among the spare scrub, seeking whatever cover they can find, firing their rifles and shotguns at the legionnaires. Marcel, standing exposed in the gully, hears the loud slap of bullets as they pass but amazingly none find their target.

Their comrades on the right move south, firing as they advance, peppering Normand and Neumann. “Displace!” the German sergent orders Normand as the bullets slice around them. “To the rocks!” The stocky sergeant rises from his crouch and hustles toward where Pyotr and Gonzalez are positioned behind the outcrop.

At the same moment Normand feels a heavy blow on his right calf, like being struck with a lead pipe, and sees blood staining the torn leg of his trousers. Damage 6 – make a Cool check

There are two maps this time – “tactical 6” shows everyone’s positions at the end of round 6, “tactical 7IP” shows positions roughly around the time of the fellaghas count in initiative order.

 

[shadowbloodmoon]

Pyotr

Bullets whizzed around him, but at this point, none of them existed. The only thing forefront in Pyotr's mind was his rifle, the bullet in it and the fell advancing toward him readying to fire another round into his retreating legionnaire comrades. Taking a short breath, Pyotr again squeezed the trigger on is rifle. Pyotr swore, knowing that shot must have went wide. He risked a glance over to see if Gonzalez had finally fired.


Finishing round seven by taking the Dead Aim shot +0 to hit.
Hit Roll: 7

 

[Barak]

The fells may have been taken by surprise, but by now they are on the offensive. Bullets go flying by, one of them hitting Normand in the leg.

Stay calm.. Sure and steady.. Sure and steady..

Taking aim once more, Normand fires a shot before retreating towards the rocks.


OOC
Fire a shot: 15
damage (if hit):10
Then move towards the rocks

Cool check :15

 

[Bobitron]

Marcel, standing exposed in the gully, hears the loud slap of bullets as they pass but amazingly none find their target.

Marcel moves as quickly as he can, shadowing his companions carrying Martinez. The bullets from the oncoming fells come shickingly close, but none of the shots hit the Frenchman. He hears Lavareaux shout at at him, and sees him tossing a grenade into the advancing fells. The noise of the blast sets his ears to ringing, but he moves on, doing his best to shield Martinez form the incoming fire. "Hold on, Martinez! Almost there, mon ami!"

"Duval! Where's that air support?" he shouts out, his voice cracking as he yells to get above the sound of gunfire.

 

[знаток]

Vidal moves back to the cover of the rocks beside Sergeant Duval. "Are you alright, Sergeant?" He returns to the prone behind the rock pile and pulls a grenade out of his pouch, setting in on the ground to have it ready once his comrades have retreated safely. Peeking past the rocks, he scans the brush to get his bearings on the covered fells.