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[h2][color=00BFFF]32nd YPG Unit[/color][/h2]
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	The trucks were moving in a serpentine movement in an attempt to evade enemy fire, and once they got close enough to be within proper firing range of most rifles, the trucks all stopped and hid among the bushes and rocks, YPG soldiers immediately piling out and spreading out from where the trucks were at. Some hid behind rocks, others hid behind the trucks, some others were behind the bushes and some were up on some of the sand dunes, using the natural embankments as cover. Most of them were spread out and engaging the jihadis that were within the walls of the village, laying down suppressing fire with their AKs, shooting at them with single, accurate shots (as the YPG were trained to conserve ammo and make their shots count). The jihadis were firing back at them, but were not very successful, bullets going all over the place, most of them screaming into the blue yonder while they blew themselves into the ground and some of the cover that the YPG soldiers were hiding behind. It was an all-out battle.

	Marcus was near the truck that had the MG mounted on it, the woman still on it, firing away. Two YPG soldiers, a man and a woman, both with AKs, were hiding behind the truck Marcus was at, and were providing covering fire for him, making sure that the jihadis don't fire back.

	[color=8dc73f][i]"Standby for Reaper drones, ETA five mikes."[/i][/color] The coalition forces replied on the radio. It looks like they're gonna have to hold out a while longer before the drones arrive.

	A few jihadis were running out from the walls of the village, carring AKs, running and gunning. The woman on the machine gun turned her aim towards them, and immediately began gunning them down. It was difficult to see due to how far away they were, but one could still tell where they were at and whether or not they were killed. A few of them dropped down after sand and dirt sprayed up around them, and one of them blew up, their suicide vest going off and killing a few nearby jihadis. 

	Daran, who was on the other side of the road, hiding behind a rock, held up his hand, and immediately most of the YPG fighters held their fire. He made a few hand signals, one of them to reload, another to look for snipers, and another to look for any more jihadis. The wind was blowing, it was unusually silent, except for the few bursts of fire that the jihadis threw from nowhere.

	The male YPG soldier Marcus was with looked out from behind cover. No one was in sight. He then called out [b][color=00BFFF]"[/color]TAKBIR!!![color=00BFFF]"[/color][/b], speaking in an arabic accent. Almost immediately, a jihadi replied [b][color=FF2121]"[/color]ALLAHU AKBAR!!![color=FF2121]"[/color][/b], revealing his location. Almost immediately, the YPG fighter tossed a grenade to where the jihadi was heard, and two explosions occurred... one from the frag grenade, and the other from the suicide vest. 

	Silence for another few moments, other than a few bursts of fire. The woman on the mounted MG looked around, and immediately cried out [b][color=00BFFF]"[/color]PUSUCU!!![color=00BFFF]"[/color][/b] (Sniper!), pointing up at a building before a loud [b][i]*DEEAAAOOWWW*[/i][/b] sounded, and a whole lot of blood exploded with a [i][b]*SPLAT!!*[/b][/i] from the woman's left shoulder. [b][color=00BFFF]"[/color]GAHH!![color=00BFFF]"[/color][/b] She cried out in pain, falling down from the truck and landing on the ground behind it. [b][color=00BFFF]"[/color]UAGHH!![color=00BFFF]"[/color][/b] She whimpered in pain, rolling on her side, clutching her wound.

	The man patted Marcus on the back and pointed towards the woman, a worried look on his face. [b][color=00BFFF]"[/color]Help her, we shoot sniper.[color=00BFFF]"[/color][/b] He said in broken English, bringing his AK to shoulder and aiming up towards the buildings.

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[h2][color=FF2121]Islamic State Detachment[/color][/h2]
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	Shakeel walked among the jihadis that were scrambling. Most of them were hiding behind the walls, others were grabbing weapons from the various houses they were in. They were running, preparing for a fight... even though it was already going on. Sounds of AKs and M16s rang through the air, as well as the occasional sound of the DShK machine gun. Shakeel looked to his aide.

	[b][color=FF2121]"How many of them are there?"[/color][/b] He asked.

	[b][color=FF2121]"[/color]Only a small brigade, around 12 or 14, maybe more.[color=FF2121]"[/color][/b] His aide replied.

	[b][color=FF2121]"Do you see any aircraft?"[/color][/b]

	[b][color=FF2121]"[/color]No, sir.[color=FF2121]"[/color][/b]

	[b][color=FF2121]"They must've thought that this village was lightly manned then. C'mon, we can take them out on our own. Go man the mortars, and get an RPG out here."[/color][/b]