[center][h2]PFC James Hunt|Le Haye Sainte[/h2][/center]

"Oh for the love of-" James wasted no time diving out of the second floor window as the tank fired, tumbling down the stairs as the second story exploded in a hail of shrapnel and fire. To say he made it out unscathed would be lying though, as an extra large splinter impaled itself in his right leg, about the middle of his calf. Grunting in pain, he dragged himself up and limped over to the wall, leaning down and looking at the damage. It was sticking out the other side, so it had missed the bone, but pulling it out was gonna hurt. "Now or never." Gritting his teeth, he grabbed the sliver and yanked it out of it's place, barely suppressing a scream. With that done, he took up a new position and tried to find a view slot to fire into on the tank, to try and take out the crew. Not finding anything, he shifted to pour rounds on the Imps hiding in the shop.