The Shaman
First Post
The thunder of the jets reaches a crescendo as a pair of Mistral fighters, the tricolore visible on their distinctive twin-boom tails, sweep over the gully, four 20mm cannon under the nose of each aircraft spitting death. Vidal’s coordinates prove accurate as the fellaghas in the gully disappear in a cloud of dust and rock fragments.
Pyotr searches for movement among the fells to the north of the hill, but dust from the grenade blasts as well as drifting purple smoke obscure the view.
Among the legionnaires grouped on the hill, Cpl. Lavareaux exclaims, “That’s more like it, Fortier!” as he lets off a long blast from his submachine gun at the fellagahs in the gully near Vidal and Duval. Normand fires his rifle as well – from their position on the hilltop, the legionnaires can enfilade the fells in the streambed now. Normand sees his man still moving however, aiming his rifle at the jumpmaster and his radioman just a few meters away.
Vidal fires his rifle, sees the fellagha’s head jerk back then fall still. "Are we holding here, Sergeant?!?" he yells above the gunfire. "The aircraft might provide us with a good opportunity to move when they start laying down the lead." Duval fires a burst from his MAT-49, and a fell collapses. In a flash the sergent-chef tosses another grenade at the fells among the rocks, and more smoke, red this time, billows forth. “Go!” he yells.
Four of the fellaghas in the gully surge forward toward the two legionnaires among the rocks as their comrades attempt to provide covering fire. A submachine gun clatters and Marcel hears the bullets snapping around him. Marcel: Reflex save, DC 15 - +3 bonus for being prone among the rocks. As the legionnaires on the hill watch three of the fells swarm Sgt. Duval – two of them swing their rifles like clubs while a third, clutching a knife in his hand, slashes at the sergent-chef. The ancien legionnaire rolls with the blows, and suddenly the fell with the knife goes flying and crashes to the ground as Vidal trips him with a swift kick to the leg.
Bullets explode around Vidal as he lies among the rocks, then suddenly a fellagha appears in front of him – with a yell the Arab swings his rifle butt at the prone légionnaire. Twisting frantically Vidal narrowly manages to avoid the blow as the fellagha looms over him. End of round 34.
For the start of round 35, range from the legionnaires in G6/7 (Marcel, Normand, and Lavareaux) remains the same – range for Vidal is 5’! The map is a little tricky to read – each F represents an individual fellagha. (It’s finally come down to this...) Five are in the gully in E/F7; two are in the rocks in E7 behind the red smoke; three surround Duval; and one is attacking Vidal.
The dust from the Mistrals’ cannon fire obscures the surviving (?) fellaghas in D5.
Pyotr searches for movement among the fells to the north of the hill, but dust from the grenade blasts as well as drifting purple smoke obscure the view.
Among the legionnaires grouped on the hill, Cpl. Lavareaux exclaims, “That’s more like it, Fortier!” as he lets off a long blast from his submachine gun at the fellagahs in the gully near Vidal and Duval. Normand fires his rifle as well – from their position on the hilltop, the legionnaires can enfilade the fells in the streambed now. Normand sees his man still moving however, aiming his rifle at the jumpmaster and his radioman just a few meters away.
Vidal fires his rifle, sees the fellagha’s head jerk back then fall still. "Are we holding here, Sergeant?!?" he yells above the gunfire. "The aircraft might provide us with a good opportunity to move when they start laying down the lead." Duval fires a burst from his MAT-49, and a fell collapses. In a flash the sergent-chef tosses another grenade at the fells among the rocks, and more smoke, red this time, billows forth. “Go!” he yells.
Four of the fellaghas in the gully surge forward toward the two legionnaires among the rocks as their comrades attempt to provide covering fire. A submachine gun clatters and Marcel hears the bullets snapping around him. Marcel: Reflex save, DC 15 - +3 bonus for being prone among the rocks. As the legionnaires on the hill watch three of the fells swarm Sgt. Duval – two of them swing their rifles like clubs while a third, clutching a knife in his hand, slashes at the sergent-chef. The ancien legionnaire rolls with the blows, and suddenly the fell with the knife goes flying and crashes to the ground as Vidal trips him with a swift kick to the leg.
Bullets explode around Vidal as he lies among the rocks, then suddenly a fellagha appears in front of him – with a yell the Arab swings his rifle butt at the prone légionnaire. Twisting frantically Vidal narrowly manages to avoid the blow as the fellagha looms over him. End of round 34.
For the start of round 35, range from the legionnaires in G6/7 (Marcel, Normand, and Lavareaux) remains the same – range for Vidal is 5’! The map is a little tricky to read – each F represents an individual fellagha. (It’s finally come down to this...) Five are in the gully in E/F7; two are in the rocks in E7 behind the red smoke; three surround Duval; and one is attacking Vidal.
The dust from the Mistrals’ cannon fire obscures the surviving (?) fellaghas in D5.
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