Dammit! That one was no good as Nadiya did not hear the satisfying crack of the bullet entering the Jerry's skull, but rather the sound that caught her ear was the whizzing and hissing ricochet of the brass making impact and bouncing off the ground. Dammit! Dammit! She scolded herself with as much anger as she would face returning without that bastard's head to the Motherland, maybe even to be locked away in the coldest Siberian gulag and rot forever, the punishment for her failure to eliminate one of Nazi Germany's most prominent of figureheads, next to Der Fuhrer. And thanks to her false volley, her cover had to have been practically blown, position definitely compromised from atop the church belfry. 

[i]I need to move. Now.[/i] And certainly for the better. Thankfully before Nadiya considered the belfry, there were other optional vantage points at her disposal, each one so meticulously scattered about the collapsing Berlin city block and far they were from the Russian sniper, but each precarious windowsill and hole in the wall would give her the ample tactical advantage over her adversary. So what if the [i]mudak[/i] was decorated in medals of prestigious honor and valor. Even under all the glory their leaders heap upon them, a German foot soldier was a German foot soldier, and the only good German soldier as far as Nadiya considered was a dead soldier.

Right before she readied to fall back to another vantage point however, automatic gunfire soon rang out in retaliation. Fuck! He knew where she was already! Quickly, Nadiya ducked down, expecting to be pierced through the heart and the head with Sturmgewehr rounds, but...the pain of gunfire shredding through her unarmored body did not follow through as feared. "What?" Though she was glad to be alive still, she was more than most bewildered rather than overjoyed. The rattling of the Sturm soon halted, the last shot fading away into the dead air of crumbling Berlin. Not one bullet had struck her. 

This was perplexing indeed....and yet...very suspicious. Nadiya rose her head, her eyes training back onto her scope. There was no sign of her target anywhere. Her quarry had already fled....and what a fool she was for taking in his bait. "Suppression fire....fuck!" Nadiya muttered angrily to herself, already racking the bolt of her Mosin and loading another lethal round. Hopefully this time, she hits the damn Kraut. Suddenly though, an image flashed across her line of vision in the scope. Black, she recognized that color, swiftly passing through into her sights, and in a brief moment of hesitation, she fired again, this time a direct hit to the back, and down the bastard went. But wait.....[i]?????[/i] It was only....a jacket?!

"Yob!" She growled with so much displeasure at this. Not only was she practically giving away her well hidden vantage again, but she was wasting away her limited ammo. Not to mention, her target had gone silent...or has he? There were footsteps, frantic as if a dead sprint. Once again Nadiya was back on her weapon, just in time to rack the bolt again and train her vision upon the bastard. Escaping was he? Not for long. Again, the sniper pulled the trigger, another loud report of gunfire echoing unto the desolate road.