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10/12/2015 4:56:50 AM
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"I'm trying not to give myself more injuries."
[b]She grabs his hand.[/b]
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"That's smart, but we have good cover out here." He pulls her out and looks at her leg.
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[b]She Looks around[/b] "Please...fix it...it hurts like a Bosh'tet..."
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"Looks like a sound fracture." He reaches into the first aid kit, grabbing medical tape. He grabs two long metal rods from the side of the kit. He wraps the metal rods around her leg with the medical tape. "Careful with that. It'll hold for now, but I'll need to take a better look later."
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"Thanks doc." [b]She jumps up.[/b]
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"Yeah. Like I said, be careful." He walks off, a bit too close to the front line. He pays for it with his life. His head explodes twenty feet away from you.
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[b]She stares.[/b] "They didn't just..."
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The man that just "fixed" your leg lays there, practically headless from the huge bullet that hit him.
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[b]Sola readies her rifle, pulling, ironically, another ammo crate over for cover.[/b]
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Bullets bounce around, dropping one troop and the next. The other side was slowly pushing up. Very slowly.
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[b]She sits, ready and somewhat calm it looks like, for the opposition.[/b]
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An enemy soldier rushes through the lines, up next to her. He doesn't notice her and aims at one of the men next to her.
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[b]She pulls a knife from her "boot" and stabs him, right in the groin, painfully enough. [/b]
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He screams and falls to his knees.
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[b]She chuckles and pulls the knife out, then pushes him over lightly.[/b]
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The soldier he was aiming at looks at the man then at you. "I almost feel bad for him." He pulls his pistol and puts the man out of his misery.
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"Its his fault for scaring me isn't it?"
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"I guess it is." He smiles and takes a shot at the enemies.
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[b]She fires at a few of them, before having to reload.[/b]
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"You good on ammo?" He checks himself for ammo.
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[b]She reloads[/b] "I'm good."
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"Alright." He peeks up and fires a few rounds, coming back down into cover with a jammed gun and a missing finger. "AHHHHHHHHHH! Shit!"
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[b]She stares.[/b] "Shit! Are you gonna be okay?!"
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"Yeah." He shakes his hand. "Hrgmmmmmmm -blam!- that hurts."
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[b]She pokes her head out, but takes a direct shot into her visor, and she falls back with a huge crack in her visor.[/b]
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He pulls her over to his cover, taking another round to the forearm. He sits back against the cover, her next to him.
