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PostSubject: Hanging On The Old Barbed Wire   Sun May 29, 2016 4:32 am

Hanging on the old barbed wire

The sky is dark with grey clouds and smoke, the mixture making a collage of black and gray, with the occassional spec of white light peeking through. A light rain hits your face as you exit the truck. Looking around, you see the abandoned vehicles, burning and contributinf to the mesh of depression above. Empty ammunition crates lay scattered about, their contents you can only assume having been distributed to what lay ahead of you.

What you see is a mess of barbed wire, wood and mud, layed out in organized lines of trenches. A mess of craters lay scattered about, a remnant of devastating artillery fire from who knew where. You look and see the surface of the muddy water, filling the trenches up to what you guess is about knee height. Brass casings, litter the ground in nearly all directions, all spent. Perhaps they hit their mark, though you doubt as much.

Brass and mud is not all that litters the ground, and it would be impossible for you to not notice as you make your way across the deafeningly silent rows. Scores of bodies, bloody or otherwise broken, lay in lines, piles, or in whatever fashion they had fallen; laying in the mud, scattered across the field, clinging desperately to the barbed wire, facedown in the waterlogged trenches, waiting to be gathered. Indeed, the only living here are those that gather the dead, and you. You don't let your thoughts linger on it, you've seen this all before, and you won't let it shake you. You are here to perform a duty, or die trying.

You cross the trenches and are met by a soldier, an Equestrian corporal, who tells you to keep your head down from here on out. He knows why you're here and where it is you need to be, saying he'll take you there. He turns himself around and hurries into the treeline ahead, doing his best to keep a low profile. It is eerily quiet. You soon come upon a battalion, all laying prone behind trees or mounds of dirt or fallen logs. All quietly awaiting whatever was to happen next. You pass a soldier shaking as if the devil himself were thrashing him about, as he loads a fresh clip into his weapon, tears of terror running down his face as he quietly whimpers to himself while attempting to perform his duty. Another soldier whistles a tune while keeping a keen eye down his sights, as if it were just another day at the range for him. Another takes the moment of silence to catch up on the sleep he hadn't gotten for days.

The corporal leads you to a hastily dug pit, where a set of officers were gathered, waiting for you to arrive.
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PostSubject: Re: Hanging On The Old Barbed Wire   Sun May 29, 2016 7:46 am

Jammex sighed as he got off the truck. "Barely five seconds and there's already another bloody trench." He thought to himself. As he made his way across the trenches he'd occasionally stop to check a couple of the bodies for any extra ammo, rations or anything else that could prove useful. It was grim work but he felt it needed to be done. After all, they weren't going to need them anymore, were they?

After he had reached to Corporal he made his best effort to follow him as closely as possible while not betraying their position. As he went past the battalion he briefly stopped next to the shaking soldier and wordlessly patted him on the back before moving on to catch up with the corporal.

Upon reaching the pit Jammex slipped a little and nearly fell over into it but he managed to recover and simply slid down the edge instead, stopping in front of one of the officers before giving a quick salute as he stood back up. "Good morning... I think." He said, shrugging.
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PostSubject: Re: Hanging On The Old Barbed Wire   Sun May 29, 2016 7:39 pm

As the truck stoped and people started to get of the truck, Pyro looked around att the area he found himself in and saw the battlefield nearby, the trenches, bodies and corpes strewn about, making him sigh att the dismal sight.

"ughh..... i do hope what we do will bring us closer to the war's end" he said as he followed jam down to the trenches and then he followed the corpral they encounterd in the trenches, he also made sure he had his equipment for the task att hand as he past the battalion, seeing the soldiers waiting on thier next command.

Pyro then saw the pit with the officers waiting on thier arival, he then proceded to go down there after jam had enterd and carefully walked down, "greetings sirs" he said with decency, showing that he could be civilised even during times like this, or atleast try to as he steped out of the way of the entrance
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PostSubject: Re: Hanging On The Old Barbed Wire   Sun May 29, 2016 9:36 pm

sky gave a little stretch, she had gotten a short nap on the journey, mending at least some of the exhaustion. her very large frame cracked a bit as she began to get up and hop out, hoisting her maxim with her. she stepped out to the travesty that was this war, being assaulted by all that was dark coping only due to her previously experiences with it. her time fighting on front lines were near the beginning of of the war, and technically during the evacuations, seeing sights like this but with civilians. she had seen carnage, but she never was she quite ready for it, showing only the slightest wince and keeping it inside trying to find the dark humour her since passed friends used to use to get them through. regardless she followed on taking a brief moment to tilt her cap for the dying and dead, eyes sharp and back crouched, checking the dead for ammo, photo and keepsakes so that if she got out alive she could return them home.

Passing the shaken soldier she patted him on the shoulder and slipped him a chocolate bar she had been holding on to for the last few weeks. ignoring if he even noticed or not she continued to the aforementioned pit. reaching it with the rest she crouched to be even more level with the officers inside. "mornin' sirs, i 'ope you lot are holding out ok out here." she looked across the deserted 'fog' covered battle ground and sighed "so, what's to do" she said looking down to them fixing her cap and checking her gun.

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PostSubject: Re: Hanging On The Old Barbed Wire   Sun May 29, 2016 10:26 pm

Equestrian weather wasn't kind to Harun. He kept his arms folded, rubbing from shoulder to elbow. He held the stern face of anyone moving anywhere with purpose. Purpose and conviction was something he found lacking in some members of the war effort. He hadn't experienced such sustained conflict before, but the simple trick was to not let war exhaustion build. Of course, he knew that it was easier for him to say, this was always the eventual reality of his job. A great deal of them were likely not warriors or soldiers. Just like a pony at a coffee shop having to open early, this was just the unpleasant part there was already a resignation to. He'd have loved some coffee from home, other places did it differently other ponies were strange...

Harun was a polite guest, and remained quiet as he awaited further information about what was going to happen. Exhaling with a shiver, he lowered his arms to look less defensive. To show he wasn't some kind of heartless sleeper agent, he gave a slight smile to show he was still in good spirits despite the reality of the situation. They all couldn't let themselves be abused forever. He knew that ponies could be very very nice, right up until the point where they weren't. And he knew if there was a limit, then after such a long war it had certainly been reached.
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PostSubject: Re: Hanging On The Old Barbed Wire   Mon May 30, 2016 7:31 am

Verde reaches up with a free hand to pull her helmet slightly forward, the rim around the edge tilting to better interfere with the wealther getting in the way of her vision. As she jumps out of the truck and settles her automatic rifle at port arms, she seems oddly cheerful for the horrors around her and the depressing weather, humming a jaunty tune that repeats fairly regularly on a cycle as if she doesn't know anything other than the chorus. She marches forward with the rest of the soldiers from the truck, holding her head high and her gaze straight ahead so that if she sees the remains, she seems wholly unaware of them. As she approaches the crater where the officers are, she switches her carry of the auto-rifle from port arms to a normal so as she comes in sight, she appears to be carrying arms, what seems to be her version of offering a salute.
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PostSubject: Re: Hanging On The Old Barbed Wire   Mon May 30, 2016 7:37 am

The ride in the back of the truck had been abnormally silent for the wooden brown colored gryphon. Souching downfolding his legs and resting his boots on the bench he folded his taloned habds into his lap. Resting his head forward into his chest, thankfully he had been able to get a bit of some shut eye during the parts that weren't overly bumpy.

Once the truck had come to a squeaking halt and the others had gotten out Lionus quickly exited behind them dragging his hefty bag behind him. Pulling it to the edge he took a deep breath looking all around the area by the truck, much as he hated this sight this was the better option than prison he mused to himself rationalizing this suicide mission in his head.

Sighing to himself he slung the hefty bag over his shoulder, weaving his other arm through the loop adjusting it to his back. Doing up the front of his old faded blue trench coat and carefully adjusting his metal mud coated helmet. After making sure he strapped his gas mask to his left hand over his chest he reached into his right coat pocket pulling out a lighter and his cigarettes. Placing the butt of the cigarette into his beak ge cupped his hand over his beak and flicked his faded gold lighter open. Running the starter a few times it weakly sparked before catching light. Puffing into his cigarette a few times he finally got it lit. Closing his lighter he shoved it back into his right pocket.

Flicking his disheveled and unkept mane back over his left he turned to the rest of the group following behind them lugging around his large backpack but still keeping adequate pace with them. Minding his distance he lingered back far enough he wouldn't be suddenly shot at since snipers preferred groups. He already had a long time for service and had lost a lot of friends.... There was no need to grow attached to these folks. Looking straight ahead he ignored the many soldiers around looking at them while Lionus having face the grim reality of war many years ago was not unfamiliar with corpses rotting away their souless eyes face down in the mud with crows picking at their flesh. The only thing that broke Lionus's silence was the soft squishes of his boots stepping in the mud as he worked his way through the trenches passing by many a pony alive or otherwise.

Stepping quickly across the mud he could muster whilst being crouched per wishes and experience of the corporal he did as he was told though for a better term he would rather live especially since once this war was over he go back home to his old fishing boat and spend the rest of his years away from this all. Quietly humming a sea shanty to himself as approached the officers gathered in a pit. Kneeling down next to them in the mud he awaited their commands still puffing lightly on his cigarette.


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PostSubject: Re: Hanging On The Old Barbed Wire   Mon May 30, 2016 7:52 am

Frederick drops from the back of the truck behind the rest of his new squadmates, the MP18 slung over his shoulder clacking softly against the wooden holster of his Mauser. He makes sure his medical belt is secure before following the Corporal with the others. The bodies strewn across the field don't bother him, as a medic he'd scene far more gruesome things up close, but also as a medic, he couldn't help but wonder if he could have saved some of these soldiers. He shakes his head to clear it as they near the ditch the officers are huddled in, clicking his heels and saluting after carefully dropping down.

"Medical private first class, Frederick Leopold, reporting for duty, sirs."
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PostSubject: Re: Hanging On The Old Barbed Wire   Tue May 31, 2016 4:11 am

The officers look up from what they're doing as the group enter the pit. Their uniforms are stained with mud, but their postures were still appropriate for those of officers. Though one figure stands out as definitely not Equestrian. Standing about as tall as Sky, with dirty red scales and long black hair, the kirin was hunched over so as to not get her brains splayed out for all to see. The most notable thing about her would probably be her lack of anything resembling a uniform, despite the M1908 in her hand signaling her as a combatant. Instead she wore what appeared to be casual clothing for her country with a short robe, with which she only used one sleeve, and some animal skin boots.

"Ladies, gentlemen, I'd offer you a seat but we seem to have left them behind." A Colonel speaks up, walking over to the only piece of furniture in the pit, a table that was collecting rain on a damp map. "Welcome to Task Force Shadestep." He continues, marking the groups position on the map with a charcoal pencil. "If you don't know what your job is going to be already, I'll tell you. You're going to soften up the resistance for us while we make our way through enemy territory. You'll have no support, and you'll need to be ahead of us for the next month. That and you start now. We've got the enemy line on the other side of this hill and we're about to make out first push. You'll fall in with the second wave and slip through the enemy line and make your way out through the red zone."

The Colonel marks reference points for everything he says, pointing out the friendly and enemy lines, the path the army was going to take, and the aptly named 'red zone'. "If there are any questions, you'll have to figure out the answer yourself because we're moving now." The captain drops his pencil and signals to the other officers, who all nod in agreement and climb out of the pit. The Colonel pulls a cigar from his coat pocket and some miraculously dry matches, lighting it and looking around to quietly observe the group. "Gods willing... You'll succeed..." He himself then leaves the pit and shouts to the battalion "Fix bayonets!!" The order is echoed throughout the lines, soldiers mounting the deadly spikes to the ends of their rifles.

The large kirin woman looks to the others of her apparent group and nods to them, climbing out of the pit and making her way to the second line, falling in just behind a random soldier.

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PostSubject: Re: Hanging On The Old Barbed Wire   Tue May 31, 2016 4:28 am

Verde blinks at the officer who speaks, a blink that turns into a stare of blank-faced astonishment. "You bloody said wot?" she demands, not bothering to keep her voice down. "You're... oh, bloody bucking stupid..." She practically growls as the officers simply nod at each other and leave the shelter of the pit to give the command to fix bayonets and she shakes her head in disgust. "Bloody bucking Aisne all over again? Really? And they let these wankers give the orders..." She steps over to the table, looks over the sketch of the routes, and rips the map off the surface to be rolled up and stuffed into a field jacket pocket (after much folding) as she moves her automatic rifle to holstered position, slips her trench spike onto her left hand, and fills her right with her pistol. "Well you lot, off we go... time to watch our bloody idiot officers get their own soldiers murdered by the bushel and try to make the most of their pointless sacrifice." And she falls in near the large kirin woman, looking quite pissed and agitated.
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PostSubject: Re: Hanging On The Old Barbed Wire   Tue May 31, 2016 11:57 am

sky had heard similar orders before, thankfully it hadn't applied to her, until now. she agreed with the very forward mare with the familiar accent. "look" she said trying to get some attention from the rest. "im plated up and i'm not lightly armed, now i think if at the ridge i lay down some fire ill be able to keep some heads down, that with give some of you a chance to dash for *cover*, its by no means perfect but it may save some lives, and some of us need to be thinking bout us lot right?" she said locking her gun and fixing a almost comic bayonet to the end of her hulk of a machine gun "may we all live through this... someone will ow me tea.. or the other way round..."

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PostSubject: Re: Hanging On The Old Barbed Wire   Thu Jun 02, 2016 10:45 am

"trown right into the action it seems, from defence to offence... well, you heard the ladies, lets get a move on" pyro said, as he followed the officers and 3 others of the group outside the pit to the second line falling in behind the armored Sky, checking his weapons and items a last time before they get the signal to attack while mentaly prepearing himself.

"the rifle that won the west, hopefully it will with this battle" pyro said as he inspected his Winchester rifle, his M1911 also having seen some fair use on the deffencive lines in his homeland along with his trusty hatchet, keeping his head cool
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PostSubject: Re: Hanging On The Old Barbed Wire   Thu Jun 02, 2016 8:23 pm

Not left long in the mud after the officers began to speaking to the group. Lionus brought his hand to brush along the underside of his beak thinking on the comments of the Colonel but keeping his comments to himself as he flicked his vision to the other non-equstrian among the group, the strange dragon featured Equstrian caught his attention for the few seconds before the rest of the group started towards the second line.

Lionus turned his head back to the map making sure to remember anything of note on the features of the rough map for a few moments. Turning back to the rest of the group he pulled his rifle off his shoulder, reaching to his side he wrapped his talons around the handle of the bayonet at his side. Pulling out the bayonet and resting the barrel of his rifle on his leg. He fit the bayonet just under the barrel at the end of rifle on the little metal spike. Twisting the blade slightly till he felt the locking mechanism.

Standing up and falling in behind the the other soldiers preparing for the second wave. Kneeling down and resting his gun upwards under his shoulder he slowly took in breaths steadying his nerves for the upcoming battle and running into whatever danger that would be upcoming.
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PostSubject: Re: Hanging On The Old Barbed Wire   Thu Jun 02, 2016 10:30 pm

Harun did feel that the method of insertion was rather...desperate. He didn’t see any harm in taking things slow, walking around, or at least into a less defend area. Still, as long as they could keep the enemies faces in the mud they would be fine enough. A charge would be good if progress could be made. They would be gone before the celebrations, however. He had no complaint as he got into line. He held his rifle tight but not too tight. He was very resigned about the realities of being a soldier. He would have loved to attend an Equestrian tea party, but his mind was rather narrowly focused. Only after they found a safe spot to lay up for a while would he think about chatting unless it was vital.
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PostSubject: Re: Hanging On The Old Barbed Wire   Fri Jun 03, 2016 6:58 am

Frederick tsks as the command to charge was given, but says nothing, knowing his protests would fall on deaf ears,

Throwing bodies at the enemy, hoping to overwhelm them and take the next quarter mile of barren earth. Back and forth it goes with every 'victory' costing more lives than a defeat. The wounded get patched and stitched just get killed in the next wave...

The stallion hefts his sub-machine gun and crouches down near the rest of his squad mates, flicking off the safety as they wait their turn roll dice with death.
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PostSubject: Re: Hanging On The Old Barbed Wire   Fri Jun 03, 2016 4:50 pm

The kirin would turn to Verde with a grin. "Don't worry." She says. "The Mother is with us. She will not see us fail." Though she does not have a bayonet, she does pull her kukri from it's sheath, the silvery blade reflecting what light shone though the gray clouds. She looks to the top of the hill, waiting for the signal.

"Get ready, soldiers!" The colonel says, looking at his watch. "First wave, ready!" At the order, the first wave of soldiers stood to a grouch and slowly made their way to the top, stopping just before they crested. They waited there, until the sound of thunder came from the distance behind them. A moment of silence. And then the whizz and whipping of shells as they passed overhead and landed on the opposite side of the hill.

It sounded like hell was raining from the sky, the explosions unseen, but shaking the earth and sending debris over the hill. "CHARGE!" The soldiers let out a collective battle cry as they stand and charge over the hill, gunshots now ringing out and sounding like a propper battle. From where the group sits, the sound of metal clashing and bodies breaking would be clearly heard as the Colonel orders "Second Wave, move up!" It was their turn now, the second half of soldiers preparing to dive into death or glory. Even the colonel himself pulls a sabre from under his coat and holds a revolver in the other, walking to the front of the line with his other officers. "CHARGE!"

All at once, the line charges, over the hill and into the fray as another volley of fire rains down from the heavens. The groul would clearly see it now, the mix of melee and smoke from gunpowder bursting from flame as soldier slay soldier. Artillery wracked the enemy line, exploding with effect behind them as the Equestrian forces beat, stabbed and shot their foe into submission.

Their uniforms were black, their bodies a foggy organic crystalline structure that reflected no light. Their eyes, behind the helmets they wore glowed a deathly yellow and their cries of pain as they died were inhuman. You may have heard them called a living nightmare.

Lateia charged with the rest, kukri in one hand and rifle held securely in the other as she made her way for her objective, the opposite side of the line.

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PostSubject: Re: Hanging On The Old Barbed Wire   Sat Jun 04, 2016 12:59 am

taking a flanking charge on the enemy lines, she'd stop every now and then to release a blare of gunfire at any exposed or even slightly visible enemy units covering her exposed body parts with the front mounted gun shield. once most of her allies had gotten at least sort of close she began looking for creators to take a covering position in so she could keep her gun running as she got closer and closer before finally being in the prime turret hole, or as prime as it would get, not to far nor not too close, she began mowing the enemy down as best she could to avoid firing too close to the others, she was equipped to take a bashing and if that meant getting bruising from the plate metal hitting her so be it to keep the enemy down, suppressed or dead. "come on you git arse bastards, have you never thought a girl with a gun before!" she shouted, eyes full of fire and face covered in mud already.

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PostSubject: Re: Hanging On The Old Barbed Wire   Tue Jun 07, 2016 10:04 am

As with the orders given, pyro charged together with the group over the hill and saw the carnage going on beyond the hill, deciding to take some pot shots with his Winchester att the foes who would notice thier attempt to go into enemy lines, trying to snipe or just lay suppresive fire as the main battalion fought on "lets hurry upp to the other side quick, the faster do this the better we all survive i hope!"
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PostSubject: Re: Hanging On The Old Barbed Wire   Thu Jun 09, 2016 9:13 am

Harun was slow to advance, not enough to lag behind, but more than slow enough to actually get a good idea of the situation as he moved forward. The times he fired his weapon were deliberate attempts to hit, but he lowered his rifle after it became impractical to shoot in a situation where friends and enemies were so close. He was reluctant to get drawn into the narrow mind and vision of a melee, and so he tried to stay on the edge of any action, ready to assist if there was a need. He felt a lot warmer in the fight, which was one good thing. The mission was his main concern and he wanted to get behind and past all of the shooting.
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PostSubject: Re: Hanging On The Old Barbed Wire   Fri Jun 10, 2016 12:50 am

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Lionus crouched low to the ground, his hand placed over his heart as he silently whispered solemn prayers to whatever god might listen to this meager soul, that he might see this through to taste of the sea once more. Bowing his head in blank reverence he waited... Feeling the seconds tick away while memories of old times flashed in his mind. The good, the bad... All were cherished but to say he did not fear death would be a lie.

The colonel's voice broke him from his stupor, lifting his head watching these soldiers... Some with looks of fear and regret on their face as they past him. Gulping to himself he nervously bit into the side of his tongue through his beak. The first crashes of distant artillery shells had broken the ominous silence with their thunderous crashes.

Hell did rain from the sky as smoke rose up from the other side of the hill. Dirt, metal, wood, and flesh alike cast asunder to the heavens in massive plumes of debris. These pieces rained out of the heavens landing all over from where they had previously landed. Lionus raised his taloned hand to the now almost finished cigarette, tossing the butt into the ground before stepping the butt out in the dirt. The first wave and the first order to charge came sending those men forward towards the enemy. Nonstop gunfire rang out across the land, shattered what disillusion of stillness had been left over for the second wave. Soon enough though Lionus was not kept waiting, holding his breath as the second order came to charge, he lunged forward keeping pace with the second wave but maintaing a place sparsely populated around him to prevent attracting much gunfire to where he was.

Making his way swiftly enough across the few first yards he used what cover that hasn't been mutilated by artillery fire. Diving into artillery craters he rested a few moments with the bodies of the dead much like the few others with him. It was unsettling to look at but he didn't have time to dwell on these poor souls, instead he dashed out from one crater to the next, waiting there a few moments before running to the next. Being sure to keep low to prevent himself from being hit and sometimes looking out among the few that were assaulting the line with him. He could see a strange dragon Pony thing a little off in the distance and a few other Equestrians along the way. Huffing in air for the few moments he could rest
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PostSubject: Re: Hanging On The Old Barbed Wire   Sat Jun 11, 2016 3:02 am

"I don't bloody care about failure," Verde snarled as she followed the kirin. "Of course we shan't fail. But any mission that starts with stupid and wasteful decisions is not one that has a good portent for ultimate success." She nods at the first wave as they prepare to charge. "They will not survive, except by the ones and twos who somehow avoid being slaughtered as they go over the top, and the ones following shall meet the same. We go into the line of greatest resistance and maximum expectation and shall watch dozens die for every one of us that gets where we must be." She shakes her head as she watches, listening to the barrage go over their heads, watching as the first wave goes to be slaughtered pointlessly, then watches the second make ready to join them in futile death. And then the signal is given and she follows Lateia. She says nothing, makes no shout or cry, merely following behind the large kirin with her pistol held two-handed and pointed at the dirt as she goes, ready for action but made safe nonetheless.
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PostSubject: Re: Hanging On The Old Barbed Wire   Mon Jun 13, 2016 12:29 pm

Frederick let out a breathe and flexed his grip on his gun, wordlessly shaking his head as the first wave rushes into Death's open arms. When their turn comes up he tries to stay with the group, finding it difficult as the group separates, a few diving into different craters, another couple charging with the line, and one trying to avoid the thicker concentrations of soldiers. Frederick decides to stick with Saddle Arabian furthest from the rest of their group so he can back him and hopefully assure none of them wind up entirely alone on the other side. He hardly fired his MP18 as they ran, too worried about hitting a friendly and finding it would just be a waste of ammunition.
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PostSubject: Re: Hanging On The Old Barbed Wire   Tue Jun 14, 2016 3:35 am

Sky would find it much easier to let loose short bursts of fire, so as not to hit allies and make an effective dent in the enemy's line. Though even they knew the value and danger in a machine gun. Most would try if they could to keep out of her line of fire, but if she was not carefule, Sky might draw unwanted attention to herself.

Pyro's pot shots would be lost among the multiple shots ringing out around him, the second line soon meeting with the first to reinforce and repel the enemy.

Harun would see the line meet with their allies as well, and specifically, a large group led by none other than the colonel who had briefed the before. "Make 'em cry, boys!" He calls out, sending his bodly clashing violently with that of one of their enemy and shooting them with his revolver while he moves forward and cuts down another with his sabre. The colonel would lead this part of the charge, his group punching a well enough sized gap in the enemy's line, splitting it in two and starting to make flanking manuevers.

Lionus would find solitude only among the craters, as the outside battle raged and went on with violent abandon. His strategy of keeping to the craters wpuld keep him relatively safe, but he would lag behind the others with how spaced out they were.

Verde would find the kirin payed little mind to the scene around her, or so it might seem, as in reality it was about all she could think about while running through the battlefield. She cut down one enemy who had gotten close, but moved on from their, dropping to slide into a crater of her own just before a machine gun opened up on her and Verde. None of the rounds would hit, and the gunner would be shot down rather quickly, the nest overrun by bayonets.

Frederick would also see the display of the Colonel, though few wouldn't. He might also note the heavy gunner being taken out by the rush of soldiers. The scene was grim, but the friendly line was making a decent push.

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PostSubject: Re: Hanging On The Old Barbed Wire   Fri Jun 17, 2016 9:59 am

"where to now?!" pyro yelled over the sound of battle as he kept upp with his pot shots and some occational snipes att the enemy with his Winchester and ocationaly swinging his hatchet att enemy troops that comes to close, not having a clear idea where to go exactly other than following the group trough the enemy lines.
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PostSubject: Re: Hanging On The Old Barbed Wire   Sun Jun 19, 2016 10:41 pm

Harun was somewhat impressed by the colonel’s willingness to get involved with the fighting. To say they were an Equestrian they had more prowess than he could have expected from their officers. He saw he had his gap in the lines and wanted to exploit it. There was a frown at the thought of leaving before the conclusion was somewhat clear. He could also do a lot more damage to an enemy with their backs to him. His hand moved all the way up to just behind the end of the rifle. It was awkward, and if he was an idiot he might have been able to shoot himself, but he felt it would give him better readiness against close surprises as he moved through the gap in enemy lines.
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