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As Gerhardt cut down another bullet that was going for him, he noticed the injured Wagnil getting pulled into cover.  He was still alive, so while he had the chance to, the northerner held his left hand out towards him.  From his index finger, a red, ethereal link shot out and latched onto the dying man, signalling the transfer of [i]Lionheart[/i] onto him, effectively stabilizing him through Althea's efforts to save his life.  He returned his attention to the group that had formed around him, to which he allowed himself a grin.  [color=olive]"Stab through their line, then split into two groups!  I'll go with the left, Leon take the right!"[/color]  With some level of orders given in the bullet hell this was turning into, along with grenades starting to rain in on them, he gave a rallying cry before swiping another bullet out of the air and charging into the trio at 12-o'clock in the ambush.

Since he was leading the charge, firearms started to get pointed at him, and Mystletainn kept catching the flying brass that wanted him dead.  As he approached the trio, the two axemen guarding the gunner readied their defense.  It was cleaved through, though, by Gerhardt unceremoniously deactivating his Vessel and drop kicking the shield of the left axer, knocking him prone.  The lowborn warrior was in a similar position, though he hopped to his feet in time to move to the side of a downward swing from the other guard.  As he tried to recover his weapon, Gerhardt grabbed onto it and kicked him away with the heel of his boot.  Now in possession of an axe, the northerner immediately put it to use to by spinning around and slamming the sharp end into his victim's collarbone.  It was ripped out a moment later as another shot broke the night, this time avoided.  Aiming to return fire, Gerhardt freed his new weapon and took a hop-step before releasing it from his grasp, spinning towards the rifleman.  There was a satisfying thud as it connected and buried itself in the unfortunate soul's chest.

There was still the remaining axeman who had been flattened earlier.  Mystletainn returned to Gerhardt's hand as he jumped for the enemy, slamming the end of the sword into the chest of the warrior.  A second later, the northerner stood up and pun his Vessel once in his hand, both parties ever so slightly stained with blood now.  [color=olive]"They aren't so tough, let's keep moving!"[/color]

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