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Jun 14, 2010 1:21:12 GMT -5
Post by Shotgun Yell on Jun 14, 2010 1:21:12 GMT -5
The action was intense as the beast shot off to the newcomer with the light machine gun, and gave the vehicle the man had rode in on a good wallop before turning it’s attention to the driver itself. Kirill held his fire as the beast attacked, weary of shooting the man he was assaulting and took the breather to check his mags, both of them still contained rounds, but how many he couldn’t tell, and so he slapped them back in and holstered them, before sliding his Saiga off his back and shouldering it carefully. If the f**ker came this way he’d eat so many pellets it’d s*** lead them for a month if it lived at all!
A whistle drew the Russians attention, and when he turned he saw one of the new soldiers signalling him over to one of the convoy’s trucks, where Kirill could see Mathew resting, blood leaking from his shoulder. By the time he’d arrived on the scene, the German was talking to even more soldiers, and the Chechnyan imposter eyed them conspicuously before hoisting himself up into the truck. Matthias told the two men his name, and that him and the other soldier’s he’d appeared with were Bundeswehr. He also stated they’d be safe soon, and then proceeded to ask them both where they had come from, but Kirill neglected to answer.
His eyes were drawn to the fight which he could just barely see from his sat near the edge of the transport, and the Russian watched as the Germans deployed smoke that enveloped the creature as the man it’d been attacking slowly crawled away. “Don’t fire you’re gun you idiot! That’ll just draw its attention!” Came an angry voice in his head, but it was too late and not wanting to watch another man die, Kirill turned his head back to the German.
“My name Fahim, Chechnya da? Thank you for assistance comrade, help is much appreciated,”
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Jun 14, 2010 16:27:06 GMT -5
Post by Dark Nomad on Jun 14, 2010 16:27:06 GMT -5
The smoke enveloped Vargr and three of his enemies. The smoke cloaked the scent of the three men and he couldn't see him but he knew they were there. Vargr moved a little to his left grabbing hold of one of the men who was too close and was with in reach. Vargr's grip crushed the man's throat and neck. Vargr then threw the body in the opposite direction at what he thought may have been an outline of one of the men. He thought right as the body hit the man, letting out a yell as he was hit. The yell alerted the third man, who started to shot at where he thought Vargr was. Vargr moved to the side of the man and came up from behind. Vargr bit down on the man's shoulder with bone crushing strength. The man's throat become targeted by Vargr's claws as Vargr ripped it out. He moved back to the man pinned under the dead man and crushed his skull with his foot. The silence was odd. The silence seemed out of place since there was just a bttle occurring.
Vargr wasn't done killing but he used the cloak of the smoke as time to catch his breath and for the wounds he had recieved from all the gun fire to heal. Vargr was ready to kill, and killing was the only thing he would do.
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Jun 14, 2010 18:51:55 GMT -5
Post by .Merios on Jun 14, 2010 18:51:55 GMT -5
Matthew rested against the vehicle, watching as the man moved over to him and set up a perimeter with his rifle. In the midst of the battle and smoke, he couldn't tell who this man was or what sort of weapon he had or even if he was hostile or friendly. Once he turned around and offered him a hemostatic sponge. Matthew reluctantly accepted the quick-clot and the medical kit. He set it aside as he slid off his jacket with his free left hand. He then moved down to his side and lift his shirt, pulling it up over his chest and over his shoulder and around his head, letting his shirt sit on the other side of his torso. His chest was covered in scars of varied sizes- bullet wounds, diagonal and horizontal slashes, bite marks, piercing wounds. What was odd, was that right where his heart is, there are two circular wounds with about 20 large needle prick scars surrounding it- a reminder of when he was in captivity. Matthew looked to his wound on his shoulder which, thankfully, was a through-and-through. He took a clean wipe from the med-kit and wiped over the wound, clearing the blood from it.
"Vhere are you hit?"The man said, opening a case and removing a clotting packet. ""Sprechst du Deutsch? Parlez-vous Francias? Mowisz po Polsku?" The soldier asked, withdrawing a syringe with a clear liquid and sliding a lighter and cigarette towards Matthew.
Matthew let out a single chuckle of a laugh, a grin playing on his lips as he shooed away the syringe and cigarette. He moved to the med-kit and pulled out another wet-wipe and wiped the wound clean to reveal that a scab had already formed over the bullet wound- it was still bleeding from underneath the mass of hardened gore, but it wasn't as bad as before and seemed to have clotted and began to heal faster than normal. He set the wet-wipe down and snatched the gauze roll from within the kit and pulled a long strip free, wrapping it around his hand a few times before placing his palm over his wounded area, pulling one side of the strip free and wrapping it around it a few times. Once he ran out of gauze, he reached down and grasped the metal fastener and clasped it into place on the gauze- the white cloth became stained with a yellowish light crimson over his wound.
"I"He said, coughing a bit as a puff of smoke entered his lungs, "Ich heiße Matthew. Und sie'sind?"He said, his German accent terrible, making "sie sind" sound more like "seasoned" than the correct pronunciation.
After he spoke, he moved to stand, crouching beneath the truck a little so not to expose himself as he pulled his jacket from the ground and slid his shirt back over his shoulder and arm and slipping back into his jacket. He moved his left hand to the hole in his jacket and fingered it a little. He sighed, seeming more worried about having to stitch his jacket together than the whole in his shoulder. He didn't seem to be in pain either, having an annoyed look on his face as opposed to concerned or anguished.
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Jun 14, 2010 19:27:01 GMT -5
Post by SNAFÜ on Jun 14, 2010 19:27:01 GMT -5
All Viktor remembered was the snap of a round penetrating the dirt near his left foot. Turning and then complete blackness... Turns out that when he had attempted to throw himself behind a felled tree the toe of his boot catching on a gnarled root and sending him face first into the ground. Minutes passed and finally Viktor began to stir, groaning as he ran his hand along the dew slicked grass. He could sill hear shouts and occasional gunfire, stopping his hand as soon as he felt his rifles rough solidarity. He turned on his back and sat up, dragging his rifle by the barrel and cradling it in his lap. He coughed a bit as a plume of smoke carried by the wind brushed over his body. The next thing he saw Matthew and someone new... Things were really starting to turn into a party now. He hoisted himself up with a grunt and started to limp towards the two, not really knowing where the creature was. He held his rifle to the fore and scanned to the left and right of him reguardless of the pain. Speaking in Matthews general direction.
Comrade Matthew!? What has happened while I was... How you say sleepy time?
(Sorry for such a short post.)
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Prussian
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Jun 14, 2010 20:35:31 GMT -5
Post by Prussian on Jun 14, 2010 20:35:31 GMT -5
"Ich bin Matthias Pruessen. BSAA Hintermann und Waffenhändler." Matthias said, lighting the cigarette Matthew denied.
<I'm Matthias Pruessen, BSAA Informant and Arms-Dealer.>
"I take it Englisch vould be easier for everyone, yah?" Matthias said. "Или может быть русский, Nebo české." he added before taking a long drag of his cigarette.
<Or maybe Russian, or Czech.>
"I am vith zis little Bundeswehr operation. Zere is MEDVAC in.." he checked his watch, "Fifteen minutes. So, if my instincts are correct, zen ve have a Tschetschenischer, Tschechischer und Amerikaner. Quite zee mix." said Matthias, somewhat puzzled.
Upon hearing gun-fire and screams he sighed.
"Vell looks like ve'll actually need evac. Vhich vone of you can run und shoot still?" Matthias asked, standing up and loading his assault rifle.
Meanwhile...
Zohler watched the beast's movements under his scope, the monster had moved to quick to be able to intervene in the fate of his comrades, but in the creature's swiftness he'd moved the smoke about, each-time a small trail following his attacks. Zohler held his breath as the smoke began to settle.
BAM! One shoot rang out. BAM! Another. Three more shots rang out as they ripped through the smoke, each time Zohler correcting his firing.
"Ich habe dich jezt. Tusch Zicke." Zohler said, his crosshairs over the outline of the creature as he opened-fire, the bullet speeding toward it's target.
<I have you now. Peace b*tch.>
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Kruger
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Jun 14, 2010 21:01:06 GMT -5
Post by Kruger on Jun 14, 2010 21:01:06 GMT -5
Siegfried had started to crawl away as the creature started killing the troops. He needed to find something that would keep it at bay. He then found the MG4 a couple of meters away. He picked it up and checked it for any damaged. He then got low and aimed in the direction of the creature. If it came out or the smoke disappeared he would open heavy fire on it.
(sorry for short post am going to be busy for a little bit and didn't want to hold up the rp =P)
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Jun 14, 2010 22:41:36 GMT -5
Post by Shotgun Yell on Jun 14, 2010 22:41:36 GMT -5
The Russian from earlier appeared, his face a mask of pain as he scanned his sectors and regrouped with the small party that was now forming around the truck. Fighting raged in the backround, but died down with a few bouts of screams and Kirill turned to cover the direction of the noises as numerous rifle rounds fired from a close proximity, which the spy thought might have come from the roof of the truck. Regardless he listened carefully to the German, and smirked at the change of the helicopter that was inevitable to arrive from Medivac to evac, even though he knew it was wrong.
The call came for fighters, and Kirill raised his arm that had been suppoting the front of his Saiga, before pointing out to Matthias that he was completely unharmed in the events that were transpiring, although he was cautious to actually say anything and instead showed it with an ‘okay’ hand sign. He didn’t feel like jinxing himself this late in the game now.
“We’re like bag of snack mix, da?” Laughed the Chechnyan imposter, as he glanced over at the group and his face turned hard as stone. “Now we move?”
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Jun 15, 2010 16:30:08 GMT -5
Post by Dark Nomad on Jun 15, 2010 16:30:08 GMT -5
With each rifle shot, the roar of pain from a mighty beast rang out. The bullets went into Vargr each time the well trained sniper took a shot in the smoke. Vargr's pain threshold was far superior to any humans. The bullets would cause damage if Vargr didn't remove them, so he dug his clawed fingers into his bullet wounds, digging for the bullet. Each time his clawed fingers entered the wound he let out a roar of pain. His flesh was tougher so the bullets still penetrated but not very deep. Vargr found each bullet within seconds and then licked the wound clean. Vargr's eyes seem to turn red as pure anger and adrenaline raced through his blood stream. He immediately charged the truck where the sniper layed.
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Jun 15, 2010 23:47:01 GMT -5
Post by .Merios on Jun 15, 2010 23:47:01 GMT -5
Matthew looked at the creature when the smoke cleared partly, noticing it digging into it's flesh to pull out the slugs. He moved two steps towards it then stopped whenever it focused it's gaze on the sniper. He didn't know why he wanted to, but he knew this man wouldn't be able to get out of the way in time and he didn't want to risk any unnecessary lives for something he could prevent.. Even if it would blow his cover. As Vargr turned it's head towards the sniper, Matthew took a step forward and dug his right foot into the ground hard, pushing away forward and sprinting at Zohler. Matthew's body tore through the smoke as the creature was half-way towards the man now, and he was close enough to predict the outcome. Matthew, running at full speed, charged into the Zohler, throwing his body weight against the sniper, moving him out of the way just in time as the creature barreled towards him.
As Vargr neared, Matthew braced himself with his palms out forward and dug his heels into the ground. Within seconds, the creature's body pummeled into his hands, sending a shock wave through his body and almost knocking him clean into the dirt. He tensed his muscles and exerted all of his strength through his hands, holding the creature and taking the full impact of the monster's charge straight into his biceps and forearms. Matthew gave out a grunt as he held the monster, his left hand on it's furry chest and his right gripping it's left bicep. His pupils were a vertical slit and the white was dyed a feral yellow, his iris now showing a faint image of a crimson and white parasol.
(He stopped the charge and pushed Zohler aside, holding his ground and pressing against Vargr)
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Prussian
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Jun 17, 2010 19:39:54 GMT -5
Post by Prussian on Jun 17, 2010 19:39:54 GMT -5
Matthias sighed seeing the recent change in activity.
"Vell, guess ve fight zen." Matthias said, arming his Kurz assault rifle and around the creature within the tree-line.
Matthias poked his head out and began to open fire, letting loss the remainder of his clip at the beast's back before hearing the familiar click of a lack of ammo. He drew his hunting knife and whipped it into the creature's rear before retreating back into the tree-line, sliding into a bush and attempting to reload his assault rifle.
"NUR TOT SCHON!" Matthias hissed, "SHOOT ZEE s*** OUT OF ZIS MOZHER f**kER!" he yelled to the Russian, Chechnya and Czech.
<JUST DIE ALREADY!>
Zohler in the meanwhile stood up as quickly as he could, swinging his now empty sniper rifle like a baseball bat by the muzzle, releasing it mid-swing and sending it flying toward the beast. He then drew his revolver, attempting to aim toward the monster's head as he backed up step-by-step from the side of the beast.
((Matthias ran through the trees, unloaded the remainder of his clip at Vargr then threw his hunting knife at it's ass, then ran into the tree-line and dove into a bush. Zohler threw his sniper-rifle at Vargr and then began backing up while attempting to shoot it in the head))
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Kruger
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Jun 18, 2010 16:20:17 GMT -5
Post by Kruger on Jun 18, 2010 16:20:17 GMT -5
Siegfried jogged a little closer to where the creature is to make sure none of his rounds would miss it. He then got prone and set up his bi-pod. "Ich habe Sie jetzt Sie Tier der Hölle!" , He yelled as he prepared to fire at it (I have you now you beast of hell). He unleashed rounds of ammo at the creature. If worst comes to worst he would try to get to the turrent on the AGF. He looked through the red dot sight on the MG4 and let round after round fly knowing that this time he was sure not to miss.
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Jun 20, 2010 22:13:45 GMT -5
Post by Shotgun Yell on Jun 20, 2010 22:13:45 GMT -5
With Mathew’s recently inhuman act, and the total assault of all the German soldiers, Kirill ran forward to catch up with the action and took cover behind a wrecked vehicle, his upper body exposed over the top as he raised his Saiga and let loose at the beast in front of him. Shell after shell exploded through the barrel, and almost every single pellet hit home as they tore into the flesh of the beastly creature. However, as fast as it had started it was over, as his shotgun ran out of ammo and he clambered for a new one. Reaching for the bandolier he had hugging the back of his waist, he drew a fresh magazine whilst simultaneously sliding the used one into it’s place, and then rammed the clip home and loaded in a fresh shell with the cocking of the shotgun.
By now the German’s had resorted to throwing thing at the creature, one a rifle and the other a massive knife which Kirill now spotted jutting from the creatures buttocks. But still they fought hard, and the Russian had to give them credit for going in as hard as they were, and made a mental note to buy the f**kers drinks if they ever got out of this. His mind reeled as he lined up his shot, and while he pulled the trigger he thought back to Moscow and the last round of shot’s he’d shared with his former comrades, all the while wondering if they had survived this horrible mess or if they’d just become the target of Kirill’s one way bullets.
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Jun 21, 2010 16:24:13 GMT -5
Post by Dark Nomad on Jun 21, 2010 16:24:13 GMT -5
Vargr was weak and he knew he would die here is he didn't leave. Vargr had more and more bullet wounds by the second. Growls of pain were all Vargr could muster. Vargr dropped to one knee and gripped the blade of the knife and removed it. Vargr looked around at the men who had been shooting but stopped only to reload. None of them seemed to know mercy, and none of them showed fear. The limp body of a pack member lied a few yards away and it brought anger back into Vargr. The thought of striking down the nearest man crossed his mind but he knew he'd die if he went with it. Vargr remained on one knee and looked up at Matthew, mentally asking for mercy hoping he would give it.
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Jun 21, 2010 19:59:09 GMT -5
Post by .Merios on Jun 21, 2010 19:59:09 GMT -5
Matthew watched as everyone opened fired, hitting it with whatever was at hand. Finally, Vargr dropped to a knee and pulled out the knife, letting it drop to the ground. As a few of the soldiers stopped to reload, the monster looked up with a pleading look on it's face at Matthew, seeing the end of it's life near. Matthew held out his right hand in the air.
"Cease fire, friends! No need to waste bullets, we have won!"
Matthew reached to his shoulder and gripped his right hand around the handle of his machete, unsheathing it and lifting it towards the monster, stepping towards it and placing it near it's neck. He then pulled it away in a sign of mercy, looking to the men who had helped him earlier.
"How about we let the pathetic creature live? It's not sporting killing it in such a condition. If you wish to exact revenge, chase it down!"
With that last sentence, Matthew dealt it a swift kick to the side with half strength, more of a "get the hell out of here" nudge than an attack. He knew the monster would die if it did anything, and he was pretty sure Vargr knew that too.
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Prussian
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Jun 22, 2010 15:53:33 GMT -5
Post by Prussian on Jun 22, 2010 15:53:33 GMT -5
Zohler, efficiently confused about what was going on, stopped firing, he looked around helplessly.
"Dies ist Deutschland, warum kann niemand anders Deutsch sprechen?!" Zohler hissed in frustration, not lowering his pistol from the man.
<This is Germany, why can no one else speak German?!>
"Sie wollen für das Tier zu leben." Matthias explained, stepping out of the tree-line and taking his knife from the ground and using a pine-tree to wipe it off. He walked over to Matthew, lighting a cigarette.
<They want to let the beast live.>
"WAS?! DIES TIER GETÖTET MEIN GANZ GRUPPE, UND WER WIEßT WIE VIELE DEUSTCHEN ES HAT GETÖTET UND WILL TÖTET WENN WIR LASSEN ES GEHEN?!" yelled Zohler at the top his lungs, infuriated, pulling the trigger while his revolver was aimed at the beast's head, a click alerting he was out of ammo. Zohler cursed and began re-loading his revolver.
<WHAT?! THIS BEAST KILLED MY WHOLE SQUAD, AND WHO KNOWS HOW MANY GERMANS IT'S KILLED AND WILL KILL IF WE LET IT GO?!>
Matthias rolled his eyes, looking at the rest of the group. "Vasn't a fan of zee suggestion." he said taking a drag of the cigarette and glancing at his watch as the sound of helicopters echoed in the distance.
"Eizher vay vere good soon. Helicopter is scheduled to go to zee Bundestag." Matthias explained, sitting on a tree stomp. He took another long drag of his cigarette and yawned, "Anyvone know of a bar, dealer or a Hure-house in Berlin?" Matthias asked, shaking his head and laughing. "I can't believe I left Cairo for zis s***." he muttered. "Oh und by zee vay, if anyvone here is vanted by zee German or ein ozher European government, zis may be zee opportune moment to make your leave." Matthias suggested, checking his amount of cigarettes and frowning.
Zohler, his weapon now aimed at the creature's head with his revolver.
"GIBT MICH EIN GRUNDE NICHT ZO TOTET DIES SCHWEINE!" he hissed.
<Give me one reason to not kill this pig.>
"He's not happy." Matthias translated half-heartedly, throughly disinterested in the creature's fate as he was now busy silently calculating how he'd obtain cigarettes and alcohol before the day was out.
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