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Wing and Sword: Chat et Souris (Prologue)

Pyotr glances at a wide-eyed Gonzalez. The Spaniard hesitates, then convulsively squeezes the trigger.

Ignoring the wound to his leg, Normand pulls the trigger and watches one of the fells recoil as the bullet catches him on the shoulder, stopping him in his tracks, apparently dazed.

Timekeeping: start 8th round

Among the rocks to the north, Duval glances at Vidal as he approaches. “I told you to fall back, Radio,” he says, ignoring Vidal’s question for the moment. The MAT-49 fires, the ancien’s accuracy leaving a bleeding fell unmoving on the ground. As Vidal settles in among the rocks, he sees a bloodstain along the right side of the sergent-chef’s jump smock.

“The fells on the left are trying to flank us,” he continues. “Be ready to move, and do it this time.”

Marcel falls in with Lavareaux and the others. The caporal-chef fires at the fellaghas and looks at Marcel. “You’re one lucky bastard, you know that?” he says with feeling as they retreat up the gully, bullets whizzing by, though fewer now as the legionnaires’ firepower has taken a toll. The insurgents in the gully seem to be holding their position among the bushes, apparently content to harass the retreating legionnaires for the moment.

Behind the limestone outcrop to the south, Sgt. Neumann drops prone and says, “Keep firing. Protect the flank.” The Mauser cracks again, and Neumann works the bolt without ever taking his eye off his target, a practiced motion for the former panzer grenadier. Almost as he speaks, the fellaghas on the right advance, shooting as they come. Bullets whine off the rocks or sends fragments flying around Pyotr and Normand.

The updated map shows positions through the fells’ initiative count in round 8.

As the fells are split into two distinct squads at this point, let me know which squad you’re firing on from here on out. There are a half-dozen or so hiding prone among the bushes in C3, somewhat less than a dozen advancing in D3 – if you want an exact count, make a Spot check which costs you a move action for your turn. The squad in D3 is 200’ from Pyotr and Normand’s position – third range interval, -6 to hit. Both squads are a little over 100’ from Vidal and Marcel – second range interval, -2 to hit.
 
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Pyotr sighs. Gonzalez is going to get killed if he doesn't straighten up. "You see those guys over there? They are going to kill you dead if you don't do it to them first. I suggest you take a deep breath, point at the nairobnyis and pull that trigger. Got it?"

Taking a deep breath himself, Pyotr sighted in another of the advancing fells, taking his time to line up the shot.

Spending round eight for Dead Aim on the ones in D3. Also, since Pyotr's range increment is 120ft, his range penalty would be only -2, right? One full range increment? I'm not sure if you're counting partial range increments for the penalty, but it seems like it. Just checking.
 

shadowbloodmoon said:
Spending round eight for Dead Aim on the ones in D3. Also, since Pyotr's range increment is 120ft, his range penalty would be only -2, right? One full range increment? I'm not sure if you're counting partial range increments for the penalty, but it seems like it. Just checking.
Correct on all counts.
 

Neumann said:
“Keep firing. Protect the flank.”

Well, seems like this is our position for the duration, now.

Dropping prone as well, Normand tries to sight on one of the fells maneuvering into better position. As he does, he's surprised about the relative lack of pain coming from his leg.

[/i]Heck, I've hurt more from a couple punches in the ring! Oh well.[/i]


OOC
Drop prone, then fire on a fell in D3 (at -6 for range)
To-hit:
5

Damage: .. Er... No.
 

The Shaman said:
“I told you to fall back, Radio,” he says, ignoring Vidal’s question for the moment.
“The fells on the left are trying to flank us,” he continues. “Be ready to move, and do it this time.”

"Just didn't want to leave you injured, Sergeant. I won't hesitate again." Vidal picks up the grenade and heaves it toward the flanking element on the left, hoping to keep their heads low if nothing else.

Attack on area target at D3: 5
 

Gonzalez nods slightly at Pyotr’s words. This time he squeezes the trigger instead of clutching at it. The rifle recoils and the legionnaire adjusts the rifle against his shoulder, carefully sighting his next shot.

Vidal watches as the grenade falls well-short of the advancing fellaghas, the explosion spraying sand and rock fragments. Timekeeping: start of ninth round. Duval stands up and says, “Radio, follow me,” starting across the gully toward where Marcel and the others labor with Martinez.

In the gully Lavareaux swaps magazines as the legionnaires withdraw. Bullets continue to whiz past, the fire from the fellaghas to the south intensifying as they advance and Berg grunts as another slug catches him, this time above the left shoulder blade, rending his jump smock. “Bastards can’t seem to miss me,” he gasps as he struggles to carry the wounded caporal.

“Base of fire,” Neumann calls to Normand, Pyotr and Gonzalez as he discharges the Mauser at the advancing fellaghas.

The updated map shows positions through the fells’ initiative count in round 9.

The squad in D3/4 is 170’ from Pyotr and Normand’s position – third range interval, -6 to hit without Far Shot. The squad is 70’ from Marcel and a little over 90’ from Vidal – first range interval (no penalty) for the medic and second range interval, -2 to hit, for the radio operator.
 
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Base of fire? I guess he means stay here and keep those fells off of their backs. Pyotr squeezed the trigger again, his breath slowly releasing as the round left his rifle's muzzle. The grenade didn't help his aiming any and he couldn't see the effects of his shot. Now that the fells were getting closer, Pyotr deciding that sniper aiming was no longer necessary and as soon as he got the chance, he would fire again, hoping his last four rounds in this clip would do him some good.


Dead Aim shot for round 9: +2 dex, +2 Dead Aim, -2 range.
To Hit= 11
Not sure if that hit, but if it did: 4 pts damage.
 

Normand tries to keep every exterior stimuli from interfering as he aims towards one of the advancing fells, but it is hard... And the wound he took didn't help either. But yet he fires.


OOC
Fires at advancing fell, -6 for range :5
Pretty darn sure that -doesn't- hit..
 

Marcel keeps his head low, grabbing an AP grenade from the pouch on his belt. Time to get these fous to back off, he thought, pulling the pin. He reaches back and throws the grenade at the advancing fells. As he throws the small explosive, Vidal's own grenade explodes, sending a shower of dirt into the air. Marcel cringes at the noise as he throws his own grenade. He ducks back down and covers Martinez from the chaos.

OOC: Throw an AP grenade at the the fells, rolling a 5.
 
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Vidal pushes himself off the ground. As he forces his legs to take him closer to the fray, he notices that time is not slowing for him as one reads. On the contrary, things seem to be happening all around him faster than he can comprehend them. He hears the cracking of gunfire, as well as the sound of bullets cutting their swath through the air dangerously near. It seems now that there's a single cloud of dust suffocating the entire battlefield, adding a fittingly distinct visual ingredient to the din of yelling and gunfire and heightening the sense of claustrophobia.

Things seem to be going poorly for the legionnaires. The fells may be dropping quickly, but they've got us seriously outnumbered. And what happened to our organization? Our tactics training? The chaos of the situation is unsettling him more and more, but he knows he has to keep it together for the sake of the men around him. He takes aim and fires on another adversary as he moves to enter the gully behind Sergeant Duval, carrying on the same ongoing private conversation with God that he started in his head when this all began. Don't let me let these guys down.

Attack to D3-4: 4

Trying to do too much at once again, he thinks to himself as he mentally recounts his ammunition. This is no way to conserve ammo.
 

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