Nolan slid a new magazine into his big rifle. He worked the bolt to get a round into the chamber. He sighted in, he repeated Andrew's directions to make sure he had them clear, "6 5 0...at the gates...3 meters a second from the north you said...and...got them..." He reached up, adjusting some things on his scope. Took aim again, then fired, his round flying out about 2 seconds after Andrew's it hit the other man and made him do a really neat back flip, landing in a heap at the foot of a low wall. He worked his bolt again, moving his sight over to the other target. He bit his tongue abit, getting a good lead on the man, then sucked his tongue back into his mouth. He grinned evilly, and pulled the trigger again. This man's head and shoulder vanished as the round hit just below the neck. Nolan let out his breath, "Oops..."

The Canadian Sniper shifted his sight over to the five new targets, "Kill shots brother..." He sighted in, picking off another of the men, blowing off his leg, "Damn that show was low..." He worked the bolt, shifting over, and blowing the next tango down smoothly. "Nearing empty...gonna need a new mag after the next shot. The last two out of this group will be yours man." He sighted in on another runner. Then fired, he watched the bullet. The man must have been carrying something explosive, and his bullet set it off, because it tore him and one of the last two guys apart with a large explosion. Nolan hrmed, taking his eye off his scope as he cleared his rifle, "That was...something..." He let Andrew take the last shot as he scanned for more targets.

Victor stood in the courtyard. Having put his GMG on his back, not wanting to risk collateral damage to the team with the explosives. Instead he turned in a slow circle. His USAS12s in hand. Spitting those penetrator rounds around him in a hail of rounds. He purposefully made himself a very large target, pulling aggro on himself to keep it off the lighter juggernauts and off his fiance. He felt something ping off the back of his armor at one point. He turned to look down at 3 men, each wielding sledge hammers. One of them was muttering, "Not a good idea..." Over and over again. They all turned to run. Victor grabbed one of them by the back of his head, and drove him face first into the ground. Victor unsheathed one of his tomahawks, stepping forward and planting the blade of the axe into the knee of the second man. Leaving him squirming and screaming in pain. The last man was faster. Already running for cover. Victor pulled the large gunstock club out of it's sheath on his left thigh. Made a kneeling forward step and threw the club. The knife sized spike atop it glimmered as the club spun end over end. The knife spike slammed into the man's upper back, and he dropped, grunting in pain, no longer able to feel the rest of his body as the spike had severed his spine. Victor crushed the other two men under his boots as he strode over to the one with the club in his back. The big Norwegian/Mohican giant leaned down, "I'm going to leave you here...you're going to watch everything we do. You're going to witness it all. You shall tell the tale. And then, somewhere down the line. I'll come back for you. You won't be able to hide. You won't be able to run. Nor live a long full life." He ripped the club out of the man's back. Making sure he wouldn't bleed to death. Then dragged the man into relative safe cover where he could watch it all happen. Victor then went back to being a target. Firing accurately, keeping heads down, creating oppurtunities for everyone within.

Carl bunkered down beside his partner, sliding new rounds into his shotgun. Once loaded he put the tube on his back, and pulled up his LMG again. He peeked out of cover, "Keep up the fire man." He stepped up and clear of the cover. LMG nestled into his shoulder. Striding forward. Gunning down any that he could. He could feel rounds ping and kick off his armor, he thanked all goodness that none of it was .50 cal. But there was still rounds out there. He watched a hail of rounds come from the courtyard as Victor joined in on the two lighter Juggs to make their progress easier. He watched AQ and Tali fighters get ripped apart by the penetrating rounds. Carl got back into cover, and laid down cover for his British friend to push up, "Come on brother! Let's clear this out. I don't wanna be up here when gunfighters show up."

Close by, more or less, several Apache gunships, members of the slightly expanded Spear Flight, were buzzing back towards Bagram when a request by Command came through for them to divert and assist units in the mountains. The three choppers had swung in and made for the position. As they rolled up the valley, they could see gun fire, explosions and flames. One of the pilots whistling, "Wooo, look at that. Who ever these fellas are, they know how to party. Check for strobes. Let's help these guys out, push all enemy fighters out and towards the chinese border. Let the Chinese Army cook them off. Give them something to do." The chopper swooped overhead, then settled in to begin helping.