Barracks face went straight into the wooden branch of the tree, right in the nose, Pain struck across his face and he hit the ground, landing on his back with a smack letting out a tiny grunt of pain [i]This is why I hate trees[/i]

Barrack quickly gotten up, he noticed a crimson stream was running from his noise, he swiped it with his fingers, it was blood. Infact, for once it was his own blood, usually it was someone else

[i]This was supposed to be a cleanup mission, not a firefight[/i] he thought, Regaining his focus and scanning the place for people